We’re both too stubborn,
Too quick to love,
Our hearts too covered,
Just needing a shove.
What shall we see?
What shall we become?
Happiness forever,
don’t you agree?
I found you,
adrift at sea,
a world away,
yet so close to me.
I can’t describe,
the love I feel,
The way you mend,
or the way you heal.
We should have stopped,
long before,
but we both,
we just want more.
You’re the love of my life,
and my dearest friend,
and i will love you,
until my days shall end.
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good, and the very gentle, and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these, you can be sure it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.
-Ernest Hemingway
Maybe you just don’t know how to hope
Or to care
I wasn’t blind
I was faithful
And I believed in you
My mistake
Six strings, a few pieces of wood, a little metal, and maybe some wires. That’s all it is. Physically, its as simple looking as could be. But the emotion, the soul, that is contained in the grain of this beast is so much more. From Slash, to Clapton, to Stevie Nicks, to Carlos Santana, Syd Barrett, and the list goes on and on. Each and every player has that distinct tone, that primal emotion, that makes them not only incredibly distinct, but absolutely unforgettable. I still find it cute, almost quaint, when someone tells me they don’t play an instrument. How can you not??? There are so many to pick from! You don’t even have to be good, just pick it up, and suck at it. Bow your cello too hard! Squeak the reed on your clarinet! And most of all, play that shitty power chord!!! Guitar is awesome. The road of where to put your fingers is already there. A C, Gm, and Am7, and boom, you’re playing Landslide, you talented little shit! C, D, G, and Am, and you’ve got Wish You Were Here! Sure, there are always the solos, but you don’t even have to know that. Just improvise something. That’s what music is all about, finding something old, throwing your soul at it, and making it new. Is it better than the original? Doubt it. Is it even good? DOESN’T MATTER! It’s you. It’s your heart, and it’s your style. I’ve been playing for six years, still just a newly pubescent twelve year old as far as musical maturity. But it’s such an expansive subject, one person could never learn all that it contains. It’s an addiction, making music. Once you get down on the frets, you never come back up. I’ve played till my fingers bled, and loved every second of the pain, then i coated them in super glue, and kept at it. It takes practice, without a doubt, but it will pay off. You’ll be intoxicated by it. Enthralled with it. I just can’t explain the feeling, I don’t think any player can. I think the hope for this post, is that at least one person out there will see this and think, “Hey, you know what, I’m going to drop seventy bucks on a crappy electric/acoustic, and be the next Hendrix.” And I hope you do. Just try it. Give it an hour a day for a couple months, and you’ll be in love. I promise.
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