Can't believe I still sing in front of the mirror like a little kid. But I do. Suppose it's that hope and dream everyone has of being something beyond human. That super human power of commanding even 100 pairs of ears, taking the power away from their hearts... you make their blood course through their veins instead.
Either that, or it's that small regret, I never got to finish the project I was working on. My guitarist couldn't make it back to Orlando, he had a life of problems to deal with on his own, and now he's happily married with a little girl he can teach the beauty of music to.
It's funny. We go through life barely escaping each tremendous opportunity. Most of us run from them, scared of the extreme change it would cause. We always end up in something just as tremendous, just in a different way
I've often considered not writing any longer, or going back to strict prose, but I keep turning out lyric after lyric, anything I know I can put music to, simply because it's in my heart, it's in my head. So now, I look at my writings folder, churning up to 300 strong. Considering the breaks I take for a year or two on end, I'm still amazed that I can find that many ways to describe one thing: Life.
So until that day comes, when I can put the full-time hours of thought and rehearsal back into musical form, I suppose I'll continue to sing in front of the mirror.
To retouch on an earlier point though, the other amazing things we're thrown into in place of events we narrowly escape. Perfect example: about 2 weeks after I found out my guitarist wouldn't be joining me in sunny Florida, I re-encountered Zelda. Now I'm engaged (something I never imagined myself being part of, the pre-cursor to a life long committment) living in a completely different state. Sure, things aren't always the greatest, work sucks, etc. But if it wasn't for all the bullshit in life, how would we ever identify anything as something wonderful?
Either that, or it's that small regret, I never got to finish the project I was working on. My guitarist couldn't make it back to Orlando, he had a life of problems to deal with on his own, and now he's happily married with a little girl he can teach the beauty of music to.
It's funny. We go through life barely escaping each tremendous opportunity. Most of us run from them, scared of the extreme change it would cause. We always end up in something just as tremendous, just in a different way
I've often considered not writing any longer, or going back to strict prose, but I keep turning out lyric after lyric, anything I know I can put music to, simply because it's in my heart, it's in my head. So now, I look at my writings folder, churning up to 300 strong. Considering the breaks I take for a year or two on end, I'm still amazed that I can find that many ways to describe one thing: Life.
So until that day comes, when I can put the full-time hours of thought and rehearsal back into musical form, I suppose I'll continue to sing in front of the mirror.
To retouch on an earlier point though, the other amazing things we're thrown into in place of events we narrowly escape. Perfect example: about 2 weeks after I found out my guitarist wouldn't be joining me in sunny Florida, I re-encountered Zelda. Now I'm engaged (something I never imagined myself being part of, the pre-cursor to a life long committment) living in a completely different state. Sure, things aren't always the greatest, work sucks, etc. But if it wasn't for all the bullshit in life, how would we ever identify anything as something wonderful?
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I know I'm a choad cause I threatened to come by and didn't but I actually have a decent excuse *yet again*
Lunch. we should do lunch. days are easy for me what with the youngun an all
K
I wish I never would have put down playing the violin. I kinda miss doing the whole music thing.
I know that nicr0 is wanting to get a band together, and do something worth while.