Blues Noteworthy…

Once upon a time, I wasn’t doing so well. Mentally. When you’re struggling through something traumatic, the only thought on your mind is to fight on. But once it’s over… You begin to wonder what was the point of struggling? What’s there to live for?

I was suicidal. I’m not even really sure what made me hold on long enough to reach the events of that night, but… I climbed one of the castle towers, opened the window, and sat on the sill. I’m afraid of heights so my heart was racing. But through the pounding of my own pulse, I heard music. I don’t remember what songs they were. Maybe I only heard what I wanted to hear. But it was soothing somehow.

I sat there and watched the small crowd fluctuate, as the ponies that listened to him play came and went. But mostly I watched him sing and hum and strum on his guitar. It all looked so effortless to him. I could swear he looked through the night and saw me sitting on that darkened windowsill. That he was singing just for me.

But the night couldn’t last forever. Eventually he stopped. Eventually he stopped and I was left alone again. But I didn’t want to go. At least, not yet. I wanted to hear him again. I wanted to be one of those ponies in the crowd. I wanted to meet him. To talk to him. To be with…

So I waited. He toured with his band. Days to weeks. Weeks to months. Things didn’t get any better. My time as an ambient musician was coming to an end. I’d be out of a job. Out of a home. I’d lose everything all over again. But still I waited. And eventually he returned to Canterlot. I went to see them play, and it was… good. It wasn’t what I remembered, but I had a good time.

Their set ended and they had already started packing things up. Most of the crowd had long since left when their bassist trotted over to the guitarist and pointed to somepony in the crowd. Then the two of them ran over to the singer and the drummer. Everything was already unplugged, but suddenly they started preforming. Stomping, clapping, slapping. The guitarist played acoustic; just like he did that night. This was what I remembered. This feeling. There was so much energy. They looked like they were having so much fun.

The song was about the old kingdoms; during Equestria’s founding. The ponies that chose to remain behind, bound to their prejudice, and perished. About how, even though there was nothing to look forward to, they stayed because they couldn’t change. They clung to the only life they knew and fell to the fighting and the stagnated cold.

Shortly after I moved to Ponyville. And it was here that I met the most important people of my life. I learned that, through the good and bad, there was always something to live for. And slowly but surely, things have gotten better.

I’ve since met him in person. He seems nice. And I still see his shows when his band is in town. Heh. I owe my life to him; seems like the least I can do.