Songa 6.22 - Welcome to Schmetterling, Wyoming .mp3
Two years ago, I deleted all of my social media accounts and joined an eclectic and extraordinary band of screenwriters, songwriters, jokewriters, codewriters, copywriters and underwriters.
The Song Fire is a story of infinite beginnings, and endings. I write The Beginnings, The Endings, and, of course, the checks.
Shortly after I met the leader of The Missing Pieces band, Cheyenne and I stepped off The World Stage, and The Schmetterling Songa began.
A child once asked me, “Are you from Wyoming, Mr Wyoming?
“Yes, I am from Wyoming,” I replied, “but not the Wyoming you’re thinking of. Because you see, Wyoming is not just one of the United States of America—it’s also one of the Divided ones… Years ago, I left the sorry Divided States of America behind, and began to live in a state of Wyoming filled with highs. My wyoming is a state of being.”
“What are the people like in your Wyoming?” the child asked.
“Ah, the people from my Wyoming are a magical musical band, of sorts. But they’re more than a musical band, they’re a group united around a common purpose. When screens extinguished the village fire, two types of people emerged from its embers… The Highs, and The Lows. Two bands of people, who hear their life, and the people in it, in frequencies filtered by fear, or curiosity, depending on who you ask.
Sound has frequency, so does light, but the most important frequency of all, is how frequently we live life. Most measure age in years not dead. But in Songa, we measure age in years spent living.
[instrumental Musical interlude]
According to Urban Dictionary, The Schmetterling Cemetery is named after the Wyoming town where “the innocent go to lie”
(pause)
For its residents, Schmetterling is a cocoon of sorts. In German, it’s means butterfly. Population: 2,432 lost souls, yet not a single resident calls this their home.
No one dies in Schmetterling.
When we sense our life force failing, we leave. We go back to where we last saw our loved ones. We return to where we once called home.
I’m leaving soon too.