I miss playing guitar. I play some now, but it is not like it used to be. It used to be fresh and new. I felt like I was discovering all sorts of new and wonderfulthings. Music was important. I miss talking about which woods a guitar was composed of and arguing about which bands were sellouts. I miss playing in front of unsuspecting Front Room patrons. I think that I have come around to the fact that it was over rated at the time. I wasn't as good as I pretended. I didn't want to put the work in to be better. But it was fun for a while.
Lately, I have been thinking that I should write some music and songs. I'm not sure that I have anything to say or need to get out some deep artistic side. I think it may be fun. Which is what made guitar stale for me. I stopped having fun. I thought too much about how I looked and what people thought about the music. It grew stale because it became about me. And not about God's gift of music.
So maybe I'll try and write something. Put it to music. And be okay with it sucking.
He’s Crying
11 years ago
1 comment:
Look at it this way, at least now you don't have anyone shouting "Play the clown song," from the crowd. You got rid of that strange toe fungus from being barefoot on stage and you don't have any creepy freshman girls stalking you because they think you are hot in your fishing hat and soul patch. I mean there are some upsides.
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