Becoming the Musician
A strange transformation happened to me earlier this week. Totally unexpected. I became, for a very brief time, a musician.
I don't really consider myself much of anything anymore other than me. Well, sometimes a Nerd, but that's about it. I haven't pigeonholed myself in a while, and I especially stay away from any art related title other than my offical job title.
As you know I'm learning the guitar, and while I practice daily, I don't think of myself as a muscian. Maybe it's due to low self esteem, I dunno, but in my self image, guitar playing musicia , isn't there, despite the fact that's what I'm doing.
I was at my friend John's house and we were playing together. I can't quite get my mouth around the word "Jamming", but we were goofing around. And John was kind enough to play a rhythm while I noodled around in C at the 5th fret.
Ok, I can't say "jam", but I can say "noodle", but there I was actually creating music. Making phrases and rhythms...me. Even though what I was producing was uneven and clumsy it didn't totally suck, and for a brief moment, I felt the music in my heart and was transformed into the Musician. Then I became self aware and the moment was lost.
But hey, there is always the next time I pick up.
ps-It seems that the drugged feeling from the Meds have worn off, but I still crave the sweets and have a tough time waking up in the morning, it's not as bad as it was.
I don't really consider myself much of anything anymore other than me. Well, sometimes a Nerd, but that's about it. I haven't pigeonholed myself in a while, and I especially stay away from any art related title other than my offical job title.
As you know I'm learning the guitar, and while I practice daily, I don't think of myself as a muscian. Maybe it's due to low self esteem, I dunno, but in my self image, guitar playing musicia , isn't there, despite the fact that's what I'm doing.
I was at my friend John's house and we were playing together. I can't quite get my mouth around the word "Jamming", but we were goofing around. And John was kind enough to play a rhythm while I noodled around in C at the 5th fret.
Ok, I can't say "jam", but I can say "noodle", but there I was actually creating music. Making phrases and rhythms...me. Even though what I was producing was uneven and clumsy it didn't totally suck, and for a brief moment, I felt the music in my heart and was transformed into the Musician. Then I became self aware and the moment was lost.
But hey, there is always the next time I pick up.
ps-It seems that the drugged feeling from the Meds have worn off, but I still crave the sweets and have a tough time waking up in the morning, it's not as bad as it was.
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