The saddest thing in this is witnessing you go that way. To see you turn into what they have become. A beautiful canvas assailed by mud, like those before you. Don't you see?
I am so addicted to John Mayer's Daughters right now, particularly that version from Where The Light Is. I swear the guitar riff in that intro plays itself in my head all the time.
This week, preparing for the mini set in SCI and for hall(which the organizers brought to fruition) made me feel seriously inadequate as a musician. Usually I would just find myself an excuse and say that I am not really an acoustic guitarist (for the SCI one) or a bassist (for the hall one) and so I wasn't really on my primary instrument. But no, this time I am not taking that way out.
At different points in life, one's attitude in the pursue of a craft might take on multiple facets. I guess right now, I'm where I see my role as a musician as one in which i am supposed to bring the people listening somewhere - in or beyond their souls. I don't think I have been able to do that in both those gigs.
Pass me an immaculately crafted guitar, the biggest amps in the world, or a rickety pair of clickers. I should be able to induce that sense of escape, or the reality that you seek. Your ears as my other window into your core. That is what I want to achieve as a musician.
2 Farewells, 1 Abseil Clinic, 2 Rehearsals, 1 Youth service
This is my try at being very quantitative.
Qualitatively, I'll just say it is kind of overwhelming, and I don't really feel confident about the quiz at the end of the week. But what is confidence when I am allowed to choose faith?
And sometimes when things pass so fast its all just a flurry, it's hard to be sure about anything at all.
