Segarini VS Batman V Superman Part 3 – INTERRUPTED AND INCOMPLETE

I occasionally suffer from depression.

Unlike many people,  I do not share my personal personal life with many actual friends, or acquaintances, especially on social media sites like Facebook, (which is usually littered with more personal information than a high school slam book) Twitter, or Tumblr. I simply cannot whine for the sake of whining, nor am I comfortable seeking sympathy, reassurance, or a pat on my pitiful pointed head from any of you, when I know everyone has problems of their own and do not need to add mine to their list of things to address. I don’t like to make excuses either, so, there is a reason I bring this up here and now, and once I ‘splain, we’ll move on…

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My bouts of depression manifest themselves in the same way every time I have one. My brain, an active hornet’s nest not unlike an ADD 2 year old at the best of times, becomes magnified x 1000 and can only focus on a subject for seconds before careening off of it to another subject hinted at by the first which in turn leads to yet another thought about another thing and so on and so forth, and shooby-dooby-dooby.

I cannot focus.

Therefore…

…I cannot write.

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Normally, my train of thought remains on the tracks regardless of how many distractions, interruptions, or asides proliferate when I am focused and engaged. I can easily return to my place on the page and continue as though nothing has transpired, no momentum lost. When I am depressed, however, my train of thought is in a state of constant derailment. Not only can I not continue, I cannot even start.

For me, Writer’s Block is not the product of being unable to come up with something to write about…Writer’s Block is the result of having too much to write about.

This is why my columns are late.

This is why I have trouble getting things done.

This is why I get even more depressed, because I know what I should be doing but I am paralyzed by my inability to stop thinking about everything I am aware of.

…and there is always something new that takes precedent. Because life is not static. Life doesn’t think, “Oh, he’s busy, let’s not distract him with a new problem, or a new idea, or the latest news that might be of importance to him like…running out of cigarettes or having the last light bulb burn out, or his plans changed by someone else’s plans, or…or….”

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Prince….

Greg Godovitz and I were guesting on Bill King‘s CIUT radio program yesterday morning when the news first broke that Prince Rogers Nelson may have passed away.

Son of a BITCH!

Just got word that guitarist Lonnie Mack has passed away. Another story that needs to be told, and this time, not only the loss of an influential, albeit, under-the-radar musical giant, but someone I admired, worked with, and enjoyed great times with.

The very thing I was just writing about postpones this finished column to Monday or Next Friday, depending on a guest columnist’s Prince photo essay being ready for Monday. At least I squeezed this much out before I heard about Lonnie.

Depression is a bitch.

My sincere apologies.

Segarini VS Batman V Superman Part 3 – The Depressing Poop – To be continued….

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Bob “The Iceman” Segarini was in the bands The Family Tree, Roxy, The Wackers, The Dudes, and The Segarini Band and nominated for a Juno for production in 1978. He also hosted “Late Great Movies” on CITY TV, was a producer of Much Music, and an on-air personality on CHUM FM, Q107, SIRIUS Sat/Rad’s Iceberg 95, (now 85), and now publishes, edits, and writes for DBAWIS, continues to write music, make music, and record.