Copy Right 2009
by Sharidan Williams:Sotelo
“Blackbird ringing in the calm of flight.”
“What a great opening lyric,” he thought.
His car window was crusty but he focused sharply on the outline of a bird against the blinding light of a morning traffic jam. He was so intent on studying the shapes that the feathers made, that he wasn’t paying attention to the Beatles tune that was affecting him.
Once he got to work, he played hooky from his duties and feverishly scribbled out the song that was going to grow his hair, lose his weight, and get him out of debt. He knew audiences would find this tune through the viral air and it would blow delight into the ears of the weary. There had been no new songs on the charts. All hooks were samples; all melodies were remakes. He had cracked the code of creativity and discovered what only the originals had in them…
“Take these broken wings and learn to fry.”
“All his life.”
“He was only waiting for his moment to imbibe.”
“The song is complete,” he sighed.
He always hated when the rush of inspiration was over. He resumed working for his hourly wage. It was then in the mundane clarity that he was crushed. He realized that he only rewritten Lennon and McCartney. He couldn’t even recite the right lyrics. He couldn’t even copy them right.
No hair. No thin. No cash.
He was glad 2009 was over. He cursed the day he ever saw that bird.