I picked up a 20 pound turkey and stuffed it in the fridge yesterday. Is it heresy for a vegetarian to not be bothered by that?
Birds are different, right? Fish and fowl are not the same as cows and pigs and the other animals our species eats: rabbit, deer, and the occasional reptile or amphibian. Maybe the reptiles and amphibians are more like the fish and fowl, we can call them what they are. We can eat snake or frog’s legs, like we can eat salmon or turkey, but we can’t eat pig or cow. We have to eat pork or beef instead. Some animals are far enough removed from us to make them acceptable as food names. It’s the big mammals – the cows and the pigs – that made the whole meat-eating thing too difficult for me, psychologically. And you have to draw the line somewhere. Being an extremist, I draw the line well this side of the big stupid bird.
There’s always this question with eating birds too: what if the big bird is the big bird?
Even dairy’s tough for me now. Especially as it’s a staple of my diet, and I enjoy it, and it’s one of the worst things I eat. And I can’t escape the knowledge that the same large mammals that I can’t stomach eating are being caged, tormented, drugged, distorted and squeezed dry to produce the milk necessary for the shaved parmesan that melts on top of my pasta primavera.
One of the solutions for vegetarians are the processed meat substitutes, usually made from some variation of tofu. But here’s the big problem with Tofurkey for me: I don’t eat food that has “furk” anywhere in its name.
Birds aren’t so different, really, except they can fly. But they can’t fly far enough to escape Thanksgiving.
I’ve been here before. Three times before to be exact. And each time a part of my life ended and another one started I’ve had to take a leap of faith to bridge the gap. One danger of taking the leap is that you might fall. Another is that you might not like where you land. So far I’ve been good on both counts.
The first leap I took was the one that got me here in 1962. I was incredibly lucky to land in a warm incubator of a family filled with the love of my parents and brothers, with lots of support and encouragement. As I was growing up I learned how to draw and write play the guitar. Life has the appearance of passing in a predictable and measurable pattern of minutes, days, and years but I’ve experienced my life in these stages between leaps. By the end of the first stage I was like most young artists: more enthusiasm than ability. Not that there’s anything wrong with enthusiasm. The first stage ended when I went away to college; it lasted 18 years.
I took the second leap in 1980 when I left home for school. I fell in love with the woman who is still by my side, leaping right along with me, and I met the people who would become my life-long friends and artistic collaborators. My brother James is the only friend and collaborator that predates the second stage. During this stage I wrote my first novel, spent a few years writing screenplays, and formed the band Late Model Humans. We recorded some demos and played at CBGBs and The Bitter End and other clubs down in the Village. It was a time of expanding consciousness in a lot of ways. This stage ended when my son was born. It lasted 15 years.
I took the third leap in 1995 when I became a father. It’s an experience so unlike any other that it couldn’t help but change everything about me, including my art. It took a lot of my time and attention, especially in the early days, to see that his own first stage was as enriching and enjoyable as possible. The experiences we shared when he was small took me back to my own childhood and reminded me that limitless options always exist. I wrote three more novels and even got one of them published. I wrote a stage play and that took me back to the dialogue-driven writing of the screenplays. Watching the staged reading of my play filled me with the same kind of excitement I felt when I played onstage with the band. When my novel was published I also felt a rush over the possibility of working as a novelist. There are times when I can barely keep up with the story in my head when I’m writing a novel. It’s like taking dictation. I also got back into writing short stories and was able to get a few of those published as well. My brother and I found a rehearsal studio in 2000 and began renting a space dedicated to our music. We recorded 5 albums worth of original music and some people even listened to it. This stage ended after 18 years.
The fourth leap happened this year. I quit a job I’d worked for 23 years and a band I’d been in for 20. My son went away to college. A lot of space opened up in life. The heaviest lifting of parenthood is probably behind me now (and I’m lucky enough to be the father of a son who only ever required very light lifting). I started a new job in a field that doesn’t interest me but even there I’ve found some new, unexpected sources of confidence and inspiration. This stage will probably last for the next 15-20 years and is most likely the last one that will be very productive. I’ve learned a lot over the last five decades and now intend to harvest whatever seeds I’ve sown over that time. I’m determined to devote myself more fully than I’ve been able to before to creative expression. I wake up each morning before I have to get ready for work and I write. The form of writing varies from novel to song to short story to play to flash fiction and a lot of it will find its way here.
I hope that you will check in with this site from time to time and that you will find something to amuse, intrigue, relax, or inspire you in my Words & Music.
Next up: Flash Fiction Friday.
I quit the band. You might like Late Model Humans, if you go in for that sort of thing. We’re like Linus’s pumpkin patch, sincere. Every member of the band genuinely loves music and that comes through in the playing. It was one of the great experiences of my life playing in this band and the amount of joy it brought me is immeasurable. But in the end it was like the end of any relationship: once the decision is made to move on it’s very hard to smile and play nice. I just wanted to leave and put it behind me.
We played together in one form or another for more than half my life. By the end we were up to four songwriters and we all took our craft seriously. We fed off each other as writers so that even though we each had a distinct songwriting style we managed a fairly cohesive sound with our arrangements, common influences, harmonies and instrumentation.
A relationship between two people, even the best, can be hard sometimes, and a relationship between five people pulling in different directions is almost impossible. It’s a small miracle that we lasted as long as we did.
Before I cashed in my chips we were able to get into the recording studio one last time and put together a final batch of songs. When I was younger I loved going into the studio, probably because I felt like I was doing something professional with my dreams. But this time around it became painfully clear that we were decidedly not trying to do anything professional. Not that we weren’t trying to do something good. You can judge the validity of the experiment for yourself. Music is a very personal thing and for anyone whose tastes run in our direction we might be a new source of pleasure.
Things end. That’s part of life. They can end pretty or they can end ugly. The can be amicable or argumentative. Usually, it’s some of both. But once they end there’s a certain beauty to their finality – to know that you can let go of any little grudges and annoyances and remember what got things started in the first place.
Like any good relationship we were more than the sum of our parts. There were moments when we were all playing together and everything fell into place, each of our parts locking into the others’, when I felt like I was riding a wild horse. There was an uncontrollable energy under us and it was a hell of a ride.
The blessing and the curse of the band was our camaraderie. In the end it overshadowed the music. We were having so much fun that it took me a while to realize that our priorities were not in sync, that some of us were having successful hobbies while others were having failed careers. That’s just the sort of thing that causes tension. And that feeling of failure can really sting.
So, like I said, I quit the band.
Tomorrow: The Leap of Faith