Does anyone remember that Godley & Creme song from the 80s, “Cry”? I can’t get it out of my head today. It may have something to do with recent moments—epiphanies, really—in which I’ve realized how VERY fortunate my writing partners and I have been in the past. Because right now, Tim and I are getting a taste of some dues-paying.
Dues-paying does NOT taste like barbecue Fritos™.
However, I suspect that in the long run, we’ll be better off for having done it.
I know I’ve heard that song, but for the life of me, I can’t dredge it up. Instead I’ve been singing B-A-N-A-N-A-S over and over, because of a teenager that loves Gwen Stefani. I hope the dues-paying starts to taste better soon.
Thank you. Or maybe it’ll at least start tasting like bananas. =)
I hate dues-paying. I can’t afford it.