i feel so alive, excited and inspired when i play music.
i wish i had the energy and creativity and more of an expansive knowledge of music.
just so i could play all night long.
music, it keeps me going, wanting to know more,
play more,
learn more,
do more,
experience more,
hear more,
create more...
but, why?
why is it so hard to find the people,
that feel the same?
want the same.
at the same level.
same groove.
same wave.
having more to offer.
something to learn.
wanting to learn from each other.
inspire each other.
i know you're floating around out there.
somewhere.
maybe, i'm not ready yet.
i feel ready.
i will continue to practice and
do more
learn more
play more
create more
hear more....
and one day we will find each other.
And damn, will it be a fine day.
1 comment:
Great post. I have total respect for anyone who commits themselves to the task: Drawing two or more people in a room, and finding whatever it is to be able to continually operate on a symbiotic creative level, day by day, week by week, and most importantly, as the years go on. There used to be this corridor leading to the fields at school, where i'd look up, and there would be these portraits of long distance runners on the wall. Their faces were gaunt, which made you look at their eyes - very focused and intense. One only looks like that when the burn as been metered out. It didn't matter who was hot shit on day one, or year one, but who kept the flame from blowing out when everything else gets blown away. It's solitary, I guess, until you stop running.
i like to run/
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