A look inside the world of Pat Monahan of the band Train
Crawling into bed at sunrise is pretty lonely. Always feels like the birds are ashamed of me. Hotel rooms are built for people like me I suppose. Thick drapes. Soundscape machines. You name it, there are things to inspire good sleep. Why do none of these things inspire ME? Maybe they do. Maybe I’m supposed to sleep from 6am to noon. Who knows. I’ll just go with it while it lasts.
Thinking it may be time to start doing some self help work again. Therapy, writing, learning to meditate. I’m told they are all good for sleeplessness.
I’m going to write. I’m going to write the lights out of something. Music plus more. How about a play. A music play. A life story. I musical life story. I could talk about so many things. Would you come and see it? Maybe 90 minutes of the history of people like me. Maybe a story about a generation as well as a person.
I really dread thinking that my parents are done living. I feel like I may need to bring them back in something like this. They were lovely. They really were lovely people.
I’ll do what I can do to write something that we can all relate to.
Family. Beauty and the beast of family. Music. Hideous and gorgeous. Words. The magic of language.
I will do my best. I would love you all to meet my parents and my 6 brothers and sisters. I think I know now how I can make that happen.
I hope you’ll come meet them when I’m done.
In the mean time, if you ever want to smack someone that you love, remember that you won’t have forever so don’t sweat the small stuff. I mean unless that small stuff is really driving you nuts;)