My long-time friend and co-writer, Libby, is coming to town this week. I am beyond pumped to see her and get to write some new tunes together. Tonight I went reminiscing through what little catalog I have stored on my computer and, honestly, lost a whole lot of time listening to things I had forgotten about. In the process, I corrected/organized the labeling of each song as it appears in iTunes. Most were missing co-writer names and a few, I’m ashamed to admit, I either can’t remember who I wrote them with or see the face and don’t remember the name. Yikes! I know there is a lyric sheet SOMEWHERE that will reveal the mystery. But for now, it’s a little more sorted than it was an hour ago.
This process made me think about the value we place on things. I am so proud of many of those songs and equally as proud of the quantity of songs I’ve written over the years … and yet … here sits a catalog in pieces. Some on this computer, some on that hard drive, more on an old ipod that crashed and a huge majority on an outdated recording device awaiting transfer to more current hardware. Mislabeled, forgotten, incomplete, lost. Is this the way I take care of something I treasure? No, it’s not. The truth is, somewhere along the way, the value I placed on these songs diminished along with the determination I had to do something with them. I don’t love the songs any less, but I don’t treat them as the buried treasure they are. If I was ever so lucky to be courted by a publisher, the first things they would ask for is SONGS. I could miss out on tremendous opportunity if I wasn’t able to find the right song at the right time.
So, new creative project … organize my catalog into an actual catalog. I’ve heard it said many times that “luck” is just what happens when preparation meets opportunity. I’m not prepared.