The Terminal Tavern By David Wilcox Ah, what a
beautiful place. It is so lush and quiet in these
walls. It's a place where the sound really
stands a chance of finding its way. And I'm
grateful 'cause, man, there are a lot of gigs
that's just really hard. The sound doesn't
stand a chance. A lot of times there's a gig
that's between somewhere and somewhere else. You
really wouldn't go there to play it, but the
booking agent says "Well you're on your way.
Why don't you stop and play, you know, the
Terminal Tavern." As my friend Gamble would say,
"What a skull orchard." I mean imagine
straining good, fine art sensibility through that
veil of chicken wire. It's the kind of place
where you gaze about you at those walls of pecky
Cyprus and pine wood adorned with frontier
memorabilia and mint-condition tire tool sets. And
the ceiling under slung with fish net encrusted
with detritus and streaming down through the
steaming midnight air, a million shattered dreams
that dangle like declensions of despair. And the
daily drunks just line the walls like lemmings in
repose. The festering booze assaulting their
entrails, like time-release suicide. They're
stuck to that sticky floor and they're not
moving. And you think, "What do they need?"
Well, I don't have that. What have I got? I've
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got words. I wonder if they stand a chance to be
heard. Maybe music doesn't stand a chance. I
mean, I can make sound. I have vocal chords. I
have strings. I can make sound. Who needs sound?
We need music and music is much bigger than that.
Music is timing with a capital "T." Music is
hearing a song that sounds like your song,
'cause it's just what you've been dreaming
of or thinking of, or praying for. Suddenly it's
speaking right to you. And sure, there're all
these other people here but they're just
superfluous. It's your song and it was meant
just for you. It hits home and it's real,
'cause it's coming from some place much
bigger. But in that place you look around and you
think, "Oh man there's no chance for this to
happen. There're so many distractions."
There's always distractions. All you can do is
send it out. I think Sting's analogy of songs is
a great one saying, "It's a message in a
bottle." You take all your best hopes and dreams
and send it out in a bottle. Toss it in the ocean.
Whoever gets it and when they get it, well it has
more to do with the ocean than it has to do with
you. That's good, the ocean can be trusted, if
the timing is right. Send it out as best you can.