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I woke up at 8. 8! Unheard of! I fell asleep at midnight, maybe even before. I was restlessly and lightly sleeping, sometime before the 5 am alarm went off. Then apparently I passed back out, got awoken briefly with a goodbye kiss, passed out again, and then 8 am. And I sort of wanted to keep sleeping, except I was having some sort of horror-movie plot style nightmare that I wasn't so eager to re-join. I stumbled around a bit, pulled on clothes and took the dog out. In the backyard, I had to sit down, I was so out of it. And then of course I forgot to buy cream at the store yesterday so drinking coffee is harder. Maybe its a sign to go work in a coffeeshop today where I can get a latte.
On Sunday I pulled out my guitar and played a bit. I was warming up for a guitar date I had yesterday morning, which will be the first of many on a regular basis, which I'm quite psyched about. So much so, that of course I'm already researching which semi-hollow body electric guitar and mini-amp I want. And which harmonicas are the best and which holder to use so I can play harmonic and guitar at the same time. Which guitar classes I want to take and what I need to learn for what styles. But I will hold off. I like my acoustic guitar, it sounds just fine and will sound better with some new strings. I will play for a few months and then maybe in the new year, if I want to take it to these places, I will. I mean, these visions I have are not new. I already have a harmonica...somewhere. I fear I loaned it out to someone for an act and never got it back, or maybe its just hidden in some junk drawer that I need to clean out. I've had this harmonica since I started playing guitar as a teenager. I've wanted an electric guitar since then too, though never the rock and roll one, I always wanted the sound of a jazz guitar. These are all relatively modest dreams, even fiscally speaking, but right now I am trying to exist only on buying things with cash, not using credit, which means holding off. Its just as well. It will give me time to get rid of things in the house to make room for bringing something new in.
I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly playing came back to me. My callouses will take some time to build back up, but the majority of the fingering and coordination seems to have been stored in my brain with relatively little of it degenerating over time. I have no aspirations in my music playing for anything other than a hobby. I don't want to start a band and travel the country trying to get gigs. I don't even necessarily have songs burning inside of me I need to write. I just want to play for the sake of playing, exactly how I used to. Although yesterday reminded me that I do like playing and singing with other people, but again, just for the sake of the living room and for us. Ok, maybe also for the sake of a youtube video for a battle of the fake bands, if it comes to that. There seems to not always be room in life for hobbies. This is really maybe the crisis of the dilettante -- it is not that we are somehow less focused or possessing more talents than others, it is just that we can't somehow think that every passing interest isn't somehow a failed dream or aspiration going unnoticed.
Oh, and I need a tambourine too. Add that to my list.
On Sunday I pulled out my guitar and played a bit. I was warming up for a guitar date I had yesterday morning, which will be the first of many on a regular basis, which I'm quite psyched about. So much so, that of course I'm already researching which semi-hollow body electric guitar and mini-amp I want. And which harmonicas are the best and which holder to use so I can play harmonic and guitar at the same time. Which guitar classes I want to take and what I need to learn for what styles. But I will hold off. I like my acoustic guitar, it sounds just fine and will sound better with some new strings. I will play for a few months and then maybe in the new year, if I want to take it to these places, I will. I mean, these visions I have are not new. I already have a harmonica...somewhere. I fear I loaned it out to someone for an act and never got it back, or maybe its just hidden in some junk drawer that I need to clean out. I've had this harmonica since I started playing guitar as a teenager. I've wanted an electric guitar since then too, though never the rock and roll one, I always wanted the sound of a jazz guitar. These are all relatively modest dreams, even fiscally speaking, but right now I am trying to exist only on buying things with cash, not using credit, which means holding off. Its just as well. It will give me time to get rid of things in the house to make room for bringing something new in.
I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly playing came back to me. My callouses will take some time to build back up, but the majority of the fingering and coordination seems to have been stored in my brain with relatively little of it degenerating over time. I have no aspirations in my music playing for anything other than a hobby. I don't want to start a band and travel the country trying to get gigs. I don't even necessarily have songs burning inside of me I need to write. I just want to play for the sake of playing, exactly how I used to. Although yesterday reminded me that I do like playing and singing with other people, but again, just for the sake of the living room and for us. Ok, maybe also for the sake of a youtube video for a battle of the fake bands, if it comes to that. There seems to not always be room in life for hobbies. This is really maybe the crisis of the dilettante -- it is not that we are somehow less focused or possessing more talents than others, it is just that we can't somehow think that every passing interest isn't somehow a failed dream or aspiration going unnoticed.
Oh, and I need a tambourine too. Add that to my list.
