For the first time in a couple of years, I picked up my guitar this afternoon and sat in cross-legged in my bedroom floor to learn some new tunes. It had been so long since Id played at any length, my fingertip callouses began bruising. The sting of it felt good, though -- like the bite of a chill wind on a spring motorcycle ride. I realized yesterday at Billy Herrells memorial jam session that I had buried a passion for playing that he had helped to stoke during my formative years as a musician, and I had done it deliberately. Years of overbearing ambition paired with a smothering sense of self-consciousness had squeezed the joy from the simple act of sharing music with others for the sheer joy of it. I want to find my way back to the place of curiosity. I think that yesterday was the spark my guitars been awaiting to relight it.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 23:16:17 +0000
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