I apologize for the bad joke, but sometimes it feels that way. Well I write today because I have recently come to the realization that I NEVER think that it is ok for me to play. I seem to always think that I have to somehow EARN the right to get out my instrument, hook up the cords and stompboxes and processors and play. I feel that, before today I had so very many conditions that needed to be met before I could play. Not anymore. I used to really worry about this, but not anymore. I am going to be a shameless musician. I don't care if I sound "bad" or not. I don't care if I need to wash laundry. I don't care if it is 3:00 am and I can't sleep. I can use headphones. I am not going to put this off anymore. It is like this vow of silence I have taken for no reason. Just because I don't think I am worthy, or that no one will listen. I will listen, and that is all that matters. Maybe I am the only one that NEEDS to hear this music. That would be ok too.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
To be so worried...
Music has always been important to me. Playing with my toy guitar as a chubby little kid, my grandmother teaching me to play piano/organ using the "pointer system", and me playing French Horn in elementary and junior high band. I never was an outstanding player, but I always felt this connection with playing. Like I needed to say something with it. This, to me, is like sculpting sounds and I have this...image in my mind. This intense feeling...and it...means something.

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