TIMECLOCK

I limped and struggled through it all

In an unforgiving, uncaring world

“Punch a time clock,” the world insisted

But I can’t even wake up, get out of bed

–I’ve slept my own weekends away—

What have I done to deserve this?

Punch a time clock

So I limped and struggled through it all

I had to

Some would say my work was half-assed

Not knowing, not caring about the extent of my effort to get out of bed

“I can’t see your bipolar disorder.”

Don’t care

Punch a time clock

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Music

When I last blogged about my new CD of original music, the disk was only available on CD Baby.  It is now available on most online venues: Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, CD Baby and others.  Music has been very much a part of my life, though I haven’t made a vocation of it.  Keeping music private means that I don’t have to follow the dictates of a music professor, I don’t need to follow popular taste;–I write what flows from my heart and delights my ear.  I hope it delights your ear, too, and moves your heart.  I have two songs from my CD uploaded in the music tab on my web page, with a slide show about Carol and me.  I invite you to check out these musical offerings.  And if you like what you hear, I invite you to visit my onepage:

revdavefekete.hearnow.com

From my heart to yours.

JUDGMENTS

Have you ever read people as a book?

Have you ever watched people as a screen—TV or computer?

Have you ever constructed theories about people?

Hated people?

Without ever interacting, talking with them?

IDENTITIES

We had been noticing them,

Carol and I

The regulars, but who seemed a little off

Dancing—

As if they were balancing on the edge of a cliff

Or swimming, teetering

Dancing in the same places on the floor

Night after night

We guessed about them,

But didn’t talk to them

 

And then I did.

Adoption, foster homes, homeless

High a lot

Flat affect, rarely smiling

Loving

Caring

Biblically literate

An artist

Single parent

Intelligence, intellect

Some talk of Swedenborg

 

I work so hard to attain

Degrees, my condo, car, career, my musical projects

Volunteer commitments

Affections for useful activities

Affections

Sobriety

Effort to learn right and wrong

True and false

And do

 

And yet . . .

The blues bar

Regulars

Night after night

A hang out

A home

Community

Church

Music and Mysticism

When I was young, and contemplating my career path, I was deeply involved in music.  My first inclination was to pursue a musical career.  But there was another Voice calling me.  Equally powerful as was music, I heard a call to professional ministry.  I talked with accomplished musicians who told me they, too, had considered priesthood or ministry.  Many other musicians I knew had mystical leanings.  Ultimately, I followed the Voice calling me to ministry, protecting my other love in my own private world.  I say that I protected my other love because I didn’t have to answer to anyone about my music–not music professors, not producers, not popular taste, no one could interfere with my artistic freedom.  Now, I’m making public my private world with a CD of my original compositions.  This disk brings to the public my private world, and echoes back to the road I didn’t take—at the time.

After five years of ecstasy, agony, anxiety, peace, conflict, community, connections, sadness, happiness, grief, joy, and money, my CD is ready!  Some of this city’s best musicians play on it.  It has vocals, horns, real strings, real rhythm section, me on keys and a vocal.  From my heart to yours:

http://store.cdbaby.com/cd/revdavefekete

I hope that you enjoy this work of soul.