This is a memoir
Of how my thoughts
Are so film noir
These thoughts both
Beautiful and horrific
The idea of being human
Is to overcome it all in the end
Both the beautiful and the horrific
Think about that
When the santa 9f the Christmas party said my name I knew that is was going to change my life increasingly , since my brother; John got me a guitar….. A guitar still play to the day since I moved to my home where I live now my brother John gave me this guitar along time ago. It gravely changed my life for the batter, but then I ended up with a hand pan this year. This is 2024. I have been blessed with a hand pan or did it bless me? I have a friend who says did you find it or did it find you that is a question I find is the big question of this is that did this musical instrument find me through Santa Claus although I’m not a big trial at heart I do believe in Santa Claus to an ex stand, and this wasn’t an extent to be made because I was more or less at a Christmas party. I was enjoying myself and then my name was Was called up and that’s when I was given the round package. I thought I’d first it may have been a basketball because I’m pretty good at basketball.! But I did not thing about what I made a stink about earlier in the year other then tattoos! Other then tattoos I remember making a big real about a hand pan drum! But usually memoir are started with a birth of the author or the traumatic event but in my case this was started with a glimmer! In the mental health world that means something good happened….. a glimmer! And let me tell you this one was blindingly good! I think I still have shell sock of seeing the darn thing there! So this will not just be about me or the hand pan but it will include guitar, song writing, a band that me and a friend formed as well as a bunch of tattoos and piercings as my ancestry and personality dictates tattoos and piercings! Right now I have 7 tattoos, was going to get my eighth tattoo I later in the summer but because of my father, Peter Melanson, dying it was bumped to the early next year because of his death I wanted to give remembrance to a great man!
Let’s just say my father taught me everything that school did not teach me school only taught me how to write my ABC’s how to write sentences and form sentences, but as far as I was concerned, the real stuff I learned from my my father as well the guitar teacher, Amanda Jordan! My first actual instrument was a small toung drum that I got at the same time as the guitar but favourites that one more until I was noticed by my friends that I had musical talent! Though I use the guitar more as a psychiatrist more than my human psychiatrist…..at least the guitar does make you eat things that taste like shit….. (those fucking pills). So that being said I feel better after I go on the guitar because at least it does not habpve side effects except for happiness and maybe some fame! That being said….i thought the same last year about the hand pan……boy was I write when I gave it the first tap! Oh how my spine shivered. At the sound!
The original hang drum was for. Trinidad and Tobago which is a place I would like to see because it was the birth play of the hand pan. Also it is very diverse in humans, you are wondering why I say humans instead of people…..I am a Polarian star seed! Most people don’t know what a star seed is it’s a person who’s soul came from another star system! And that I will tell about that! I a big one.
What I remember form my child hood was many ex files episodes and as well as chicken soup for the soul books and good music and even better poetry! I remember getting some gauged earring and got an eye full upon leaving my friends house! That was a book of Islamic poetry! That being said. I was under going a depression at that time and the poetry helped me!
That was my reintroduction to crearivity!
I was drawn to the written word and music, but also art!
So you can imagine the fact that I was hyper when I saw the ultimate instrument the handpan! These will be my creative adventures on this and other creative endeavours! Which leads me to say what sparks your interest in creativity and what have you….. for me that was the that book of Islamic poetry!
Let’s say I am fucking bookworm then and still am now!
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