..since I rock n rolled? Gee it sure feels like it. Sometimes life gets so busy with "stuff" that I forget what it's like just to do stuff. For me. Stuff that doesn't have a pay off.
I can remember when I was in my teens, and playing the guitar and singing seemed like just about the most important thing in the world. I had ideas about songs and music that just seemed to come out of me all the time, and I barely had enough time to write them down. Sitting on my bedroom floor when I probably should have been studying, it really truly didn't matter that I would probably never be any good at guitar-ing. Those were the days when you really could imagine anything.
35 years on and what have I got? A growing family, monster mortgage, a generally stimulating and satisfying job to do each day and 2 pretty nice guitars, sitting in their cases pretty much from one week to the next.
I used to be able to rattle off hundreds of songs, but now I have an alarmingly limited repertoire of hackneyed riffs and partly remembered lyrics. Funny how if you don't play 'em, you lose 'em. Where did those songs go?
More importantly, where did the singer go?
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