Here’s an interesting question for you: What’s the difference between a “genius” and someone so obsessed with something that he literally cannot rest until he’s got it figured out? Is there a difference at all? I ask because I’ve been the “obsessed” type for as long as I can remember, and have always dismissed those who referred to the knowledge and/or skills I achieved through that obsession as “genius” as simply not being aware of just how hard they had been for me to attain. But the truth is that I just don’t know.
I was reminded of these questions last night, while watching Law Abiding Citizen for the third or fourth time, and remembering how, long ago, as a child able to recognize the danger of obsession focused on violence, I made a deliberate choice to steer clear of all knowledge involving the ability to hurt other people. Well, almost all…
Anyway, I recognized Sin’s A Good Man’s Brother by Grand Funk Railroad playing behind the end credits, and that started me on another trip down memory lane. One filled with both good and bad times associated with Grand Funk’s music, and to an amazing young man I met on a beach in the Panama Canal Zone. This kid had this incredible gift for spontaneous song creation and expression, and could simply go on and on, for hours on end, playing his guitar like some “savant maestro” entertaining an appreciative crowd.
I asked him once how it was he was able to do what he did, and I knew, immediately, just from look he gave me instead of an answer, that his “gift” came from that freaky “obsessive” thing he’d probably lived with his entire life just as I had. Sadly, shamefully, I don’t even remember his name, but I do wonder from time to time if he ever became the huge star everyone just assumed he would become.
There aren’t enough word in the world to express just how much I wish I could share some of his music with you. Hell, I’d pay almost any price just to hear him play again myself. But I can’t. I can, however, include two of my very favorite Grand Funk Railroad songs, that I recalled on my trip down memory lane…
Tolerance… Not! Perfection
Addiction and The True Calling
My International Incident
Autism and The Urban Hermit
I want ice water.
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