Carol Kroll

Ships ahoy, mate-ees!

I got inspired today!

(tonight)

(whatever)

Here’s how.

So today, I finished up some client webwork, and decided to wander down State Street in Downtown Madison this afternoon to get inspired. I love the energy down there. And all things to look at. And the food smells. And a crazy protester who literally got in my face:

“Hey, carrot top! You with the gorgeous green eyes!”

(thank you by the way, don’t care if you are crazy and full of BS, it was still nice to hear)

“You look like you’re looking for something but don’t even know it!”

Oh, I know it alright. I am brutally aware, in fact. Every day. Thank you for confirming it though, (loudly might I add) to the surrounding lunch crowd, Sir. Next time keep your soul prying comments to yourself.

After that lovely call-out on a street corner, I went to my favorite store which sells all sorts of hooey fooey items and bought some yummy rose scented incense and sage bundles as I gather those for winter as I feel this house is going to need a lot of “clearing” considering the negative energy that seems to build up between 2 people while being shut in for 9 months. Ever see the Shining?

Also picked up a pin for my bag (purse whatever) that proudly says “Jesus was a Liberal”

…because come on, let’s face it, he was. Wandering the desert, living peacefully, trying to help others, live and let live, helping out the poor, hanging out with the dregs of society, plus he was Jewish, so why did HE get to go to heaven and sit on the good side of Pa and the other dude called the Holy Spirit, but supposedly all other Jewish folks go to hell?

…beeeeeeeeecause they don’t believe in Jesus.

…eeeeeeeeeeven though Jesus was a Jew.

…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Jesus loves all the little children in the world (so the song goes)

Hm.

But I won’t even get into that discussion because THAT is the line of questioning that got me into a lot of trouble with my priest (Father Erv) when I was 8 and getting ready for communion and my first confession and all that bees wax. But I made it. I was saved. And got to confess all my 8 year old sins, and have a nice little wafer to seal the deal.

One thing I have learned is that the Catholic church does not like questions.

And I had (have) a lot of them.

Nuns, REALLY don’t like questions.

Especially ones like “How could Jesus have grown into a full man and died in less than a year?” I was sent to the back of Sat morn CCD (Confraternity of Christian Doctrine class) and had to stand the rest of the class for that one because she thought I was being a smart ass, but I wasn’t. I really actually was quite confused. Hey lady, we just spent the whole month of December singing about sweet tiny non-walking baby Jesus less than 5 months ago. I might be 8, but even I know it takes a year for me to turn 9.

I get it now.

I think.

Sort of.

It isn’t important since I believe in my own version of a Higher Power and feel it should be that way for everyone. Whatever brings you sweet comfort in the dark of the frightening night of why we are all here. I’m still working with that. Which is one of the reasons why I “don’t” sleep.

Anyway, I did get inspired tonight and started writing up a little tune. Ohhhhhhhh, as you can see from the photos below, it was a rocking good time here in my studio. Complete with LSD in that one (and that other) photo. My dog was quite impressed by the magic. She’s the best fan ever. Though I wish she’d clap. She can’t though. She has no thumbs. And her arms don’t work that way.

First, allow me to introduce my lovely pet, my Archer Guitar complete with tiger stripes.

And a green leopard strap on.

it.

See it lounging languidly in my swank spinny 70’s chair, all gussied up, tired after rocking out.

I feel it needs a name, yet one has not found it. I’m working on it though.

Sometimes the musical inventing happens on the piano, sometimes in my head, sometimes on my guitar. I hope to post this little diddy soon. We’ll see. My guitar playing is, well, not very good. At. All. But Sometimes you just have to do it anyway. Right? Sure. What the hell.