Ahh, first post in about a month. Feels refreshing, invigorating … any adjective you would like to use to describe my willingness to continue to subjugate myself to the masses. (I mean that in a good way, of course.)
Well, my birthday is coming up in a little over two weeks — the big Michael Jordan (before he became a Birmingham Baron and decided to use said number in his comeback from retirement). I feel like the older I get, the more things are in perspective. It’s a normal feeling, I guess, for most people, but maybe it’s where I’m at in my life right now and what parts are good and what parts are bad. I can guarantee that a trust fund child of the same age would feel different than me when it comes to a general outlook on life, but that is life. Every person has his or her own journey, from birth to adulthood and everything in between.
I’m already going off on a tangent. What I mean to say is that I’m trying to keep myself engaged to my existence in other ways, where as my hobbies seem to be as slim as they have been in a while. I have been reading sporadically, still following sports to a tee, still trying to increase my music library, trying to watch as many movies as possible, etc. But one thing has been on my mind lately, only after a certain someone thought I would be perfect with one: a guitar.
Yes, the instrument that makes females swoon like Mick Jagger in any tour bus in the 1970s. I almost feel dumb for taking this long to even think about purchasing a guitar, let alone learning to play it. I am not musically inclined, so it would be a challenge on many levels. I always envisioned myself learning and then writing chords to my own songs (or maybe old poems that are stashed away where nobody knows), and then playing such musical creations for the girl of my dreams. I think that is why that “certain someone” wants me to undertake this whole experience in the first place.
But I am ready for it. If I wasn’t so enamored with dollars and cents, that [insert brand] guitar would already be in my grasp, being treated wretchedly as I attempt to figure out the difference between E, B, G and D chords. That is about as foreign to me as Siberia, but I want to learn. The old me maybe wouldn’t have been so eager to delve into new territory, so it is exciting and a bit scary. I don’t know whether I’m in a mindset of trying to succeed or trying not to fail, but I have received some good advice from old companions and from people I don’t even know personally. And, I must say the Internet is a beautiful thing. I can be online and learn to play a musical instrument simultaneously — brilliant! (Just kidding.)
I feel like just going out and purchasing a guitar would be rash, but some things in life are not meant to be thought out. I’m not putting a down payment on a home; I’m trying to fulfill my dream of playing a musical instrument. It is something I hope to never regret, and learning as much as I can during this life will make it fulfilling. I firmly believe that.
So … who wants to help me learn? Or maybe let me borrow a guitar on a permanent basis? I’ll take an acoustic for 400, Alex.
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
no one alerted you
– The Beatles, “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”