I played the best damn guitar the other day. Everything about it just seemed to melt into my hands. I really like the guitars I own (I think I'm up to 11 now) but there really, honestly was something to this one that just seemed special. It was as if the neck was carved to fit my hands. A guy and his son came up to and said how much they liked my playing and the clerk there agreed with them....it's pretty rare for me to have someone compliment my playing. I think I'm a pretty decent songwriter in that I accomplish what I attempt to and a lot of people seem to like it if it's their thing but I'm not a flashy guitar player but the other day everything I played seemed beyond my typical abilities. The sad part of this was that the price tag on this little piece of inspiration (a reissiue 59 Les Paul or an R9 for the fancy folks) was $4500...far beyond what I could afford even if I canceled all of my summer plans and charged it.
It's interesting how much of the art is in the tool and the role that the tool plays in the process. We'd all like to think that it's purely us that makes everything and maybe the right tool just allows you to reach your potential and I guess that 's true but every once in awhile it seems a little more complicated and mysterious than that. Go play.
It's interesting how much of the art is in the tool and the role that the tool plays in the process. We'd all like to think that it's purely us that makes everything and maybe the right tool just allows you to reach your potential and I guess that 's true but every once in awhile it seems a little more complicated and mysterious than that. Go play.
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Congratulations on no cancer, in any case. Yer too young to go through chemo and whatnot. Not fun stuff.
I really am sorry about that job, hopefully the employment situation isn't as shitty down there as it is up here in Oregon. My brother is out of work and regardless of his resume hasn't found anything for a LONG time.
I'm sure it'll work out for you. Keep the faith, brothah.
My leg's coming along okay, but it still feels like something is *wrong*. My legs have gotten knock-kneed over the years to compensate for my kneecap being in the wrong place, and since they moved the kneecap, I can feel tremendous pressure on my leg. I've got a feeling this surgery isn't gonna be enough.
I'm also at the stage where I feel good enough to do stuff, but get fucking exhausted so fast. It's frustrating. I live with my mommy right now, and I'm 21 years old and unable to do the stuff I want to do. It makes me whine too much
re: unemployment, IS it enough to live on if you've gotta?