I’m writing a song about luck. Not good luck or bad luck per se but more the idea that the two aren’t mututally exclusive. Think about it. It’s when things are going wrong that we do what needs doing or see what needs seeing or figure out what stuff really means. The song is called “A Different Kind of Lucky” and working on it has me wondering what luck is. Chance? Karma? Destiny? Faith? An mash of circumstance and choice and cause and effect to which we’re so oblivious we perceive it to be imposed on us by the universe? The word has been around for five centuries and it’s a mystery. So we name things, hopefully, as if singing the song or buying the jeans or shopping for groceries will bring it closer. Luck is a gambler’s lady friend, it’s star power, the number seven, a cigarette, a dog. It’s a clothing company, a supermarket chain, a town in Louisiana. People who need people have it. The Irish don’t. My attitude toward luck is probably skewed and definitely first-world. I’m still trying to nail it down. I’ll finish and post the song this week. If I’m lucky.
Meanwhile, there’s this.