I Do Not Like Mondays

Have you ever written something like a poem or song, and had it ultimately come out in multiple ways, different variations?

That’s what happened to me in this case. Scroll to the end to listen to the song, or read on and I’ll tell you about it.

It was some eight years ago in 2017 when I was going through a strange time in my life. I’d lost a best friend of mine a few years before, and it left me feeling empty, and I couldn’t fix or fill that emptiness.  

At the same time, I was doing well in many ways. I’d settled into a good job and was advancing in it, and gaining knowledge all the time. I was plying my trade well. I was working hard, yet sometimes, or often, I got a feeling like I was getting all that work stuff done, while not doing anything with personal goals, like music that’d been stuck inside me for years and years.

I felt a little bit of the weight of time, too, like I’d been on this planet for a good while. Just imagine now, with another eight years or so having gone by!

One day back then, the words of this song came to me. They were the chorus of a song, yes, but they weren’t words in any language I know of. (Just now, just to see, I entered them into Google Translate on auto-detect, and no, they don’t seem to be any language on Earth.)

I took them as being like talking to God, however you want to define God — The God Force, Great Spirit, Holy Spirit, The Divine.

Call that power, think of that power, as you like. The words that came to me were: “Un ha, Ahna huhna, Ahna ha.” I spelled them phonetically as I heard them in my mind, set to a melody.

These words were expressing love and exasperation at the same time. It was a sense like, “You do what you want, when you want to do it — where are you when I need you?”

And then, maybe through the verses, echoing the same thoughts not necessarily to God or Divinity, but rather within — to myself, in both self-affirmation and frustration — and directed also at friends, and also just… people.

In The Beginning

There are now different iterations of this song I’ve crafted, and there’s a fuller, I guess you could say more complete, version of it; that one is called “Always What Happens Will Be.”

But this is how it was first. I originally called it “A Song Of Worship And Other Things,” but would shorten that to just “A Song Of Other Things” so potential listeners wouldn’t dismiss it as “just a God song” or something like that.

There’s more than that going on with this thing, and there’s a kind of complexity to its simplicity.  

Listen to the words of this song, which I picked up a guitar and performed just as the hours passed into the Fourth of July, 2025. It was after midnight, and I wanted to record a straight-through performance, as if done live. I wanted it to be as real as I could make it.

I used a drum loop pedal to add a beat, and chose a beat that’s like a marching rhythm. I listened to that rhythm in my ear monitors as I played through the song, switching it on after a few bars and off right before the end.

I got an idea for a lead-type guitar piece (that part is new), so I played that and layered it onto the recording. Then, as a last addition, I played a very, very simple bass guitar line as a final track, then worked on the mix.

I had recorded video of me performing the song July 4, so I added the completed mix to that video, then added in some opening slides to introduce the song and included the lyrics so you can follow along with what I’m singing.

See what you think; give it a listen. It’s a fairly difficult song for various reasons, and I wanted to share this.