Ive not picked up my guitar in a very long time. I dont know why. It has been at least a year if not longer since I have created anything new. At times I question whether or not it is as simple as I just dont have anything to say right now but it is more than that. I have always heard and felt music. Harmonies, string parts, other instruments. For the past year it has been silence that fills my heart and I have not been in a very good place as a result. Today I forced myself to pick up my guitar. I forced myself to play. Callouses gone, fingers hurting...I had no new ideas, nothing special or magical coming out of my fingers. I still heard nothing. But I pressed on. I put my guitar down and walked away from it at least 3 times but I kept coming back to it. Finally, I opened my folders and went back to step one. The first song, the first album, where it all started and began to play through each song. I wont lie, it was tough because not only did my fingers hurt but I couldnt seem to remember my own songs. I had forgotten lyrics, chord changes to songs that were very much a part of me not too long ago. Good thing I take good notes because I finally got back on track and as they say, it was like riding a bike. I got back on, and it started coming back to me. As I was playing through these songs I started to tear up. It felt like I was visiting a very old friend I had not seen in years. Something, someone I had missed that was so very dear to me. There was a time when I was completely burnt out on everything I had written and needed something new. Now I just needed something. Today was a visit with an old friend. A promise to keep in touch. I need this, I miss this, and somehow, life has been slowly taking it away from me. I relate to that moment in Castaway when Wilson was floating farther and farther out of reach, growing more tired with each attempt to get it back. Heres to a visit from an old friend. I hope I see you again, soon.
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 16:50:58 +0000
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