I recorded this
song first for my “December 1985” cassette. I re-recorded it for “TFM” in 1986.
The six cassettes I recorded between October 1985 and May 1986 may represent
the apex of my creativity. Those tapes were just rudimentary and experimental
4-track efforts, but even though my songwriting, voice, and recording techniques
all improved later on, I don’t think I ever topped that burst of creative flow.
These days, most of my effort is going into school. I have a discussion post
due tomorrow. I’m in week 6 of an 8 week course, the first in my MPA program at
Upper Iowa University. It’s all online, which is not ideal. I hope I can get
into a school with an actual classroom. Right now I’m eying Dartmouth or Brown,
for an autumn 2016 start.
The Workshop
© Brian Hutzell
1985
Retire to the
workshop
Lock the door
No one gets in
and he never comes out
What does he eat?
Light's on
twenty-four hours a day
What's he doing
in there?
Is he okay?
When does he
sleep?
He just
disappeared one day
With a notebook
in his hand
Said he had big
plans
He never stops
Works on and on
In the workshop
Reside in the
workshop
What is it for?
No one goes near
and he never appears
Is he alive?
Yes, we hear him
tinker away
Night and day
Why does he stay?
Can he survive?
He just
disappeared one day
With a notebook
in his hand
Said he had big
plans
He never stops
Works on and on
In the workshop
photo by Bob Rein
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