I’ve heard a few people saying that when you’re diagnosed with Parkinson’s, you can often find your creative juices flowing more freely.
This could be due to a change in the way the brain works, but I imagine it’s more to do with the tedium of being constantly awake in the early hours of the morning (currently 3:27am as I write this) wondering how to occupy your time. So, you end up exploring those dusty creative recesses in the brain you forgot about and awakening the latent artist in you.
For me, it meant spending hours staring at the guitars I bought in the late 90’s (in an attempt to improve my street cred) but which I had never really done much with, apart from annoying everyone with the first 4 bars of “Smoke on the Water”. It did get me thinking – maybe I could write a song? So I came up with the Parkinson’s Blues.
I’m definitely no singer, I’m definitely not a guitarist, and the lyrics may be a little simple but I tried to articulate a little of what Parkinson’s feels like to me. So here it is – the “Parkinson’s Blues”, probably my one and only performance. Apologies in advance for the poor musicianship, the singing, the forgotten lyrics and the side looks to camera. But I thought I’d share it anyway. Enjoy (or not)!
Don’t forget you can donate to Balls to Parkinson’s at: https://tinyurl.com/balls2parkinsons, in aid of Parkinson’s UK and the Oddball Foundation raising money and awareness of Parkinson’s and testicular cancer.
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