What a huge difference a slight movement in vision can make.
2012 has been the pits from a strategic, rational mind.
I've Lost:
My Father
My Job of eleven years
My FaceBook account - the nefariousness sneaker hackers have struck me twice
So many people in the world of music
On a ledger, there is not much to speak for 2012 as a good year.
And yet...I am happy. I am satisfied with my sound - I like my guitars voice. I acknowledge my inner saxophone player. It is who I wanted to be since I heard from the Dave Clark Five.
I am not Beppe Gambetta - I can't flat pick worth a tinkers dam.
But I can channel my inner Coltrane, my Bird.
Shit, what's wrong with that? Absol-fucking-lutely nothing.
I was rehearsing for July 4th and I found myself just smiling.
"Are you okay, man?"
"You look goofy..."
Everything is pretty damned good. I have more to be grateful for than to piss about.
Embrace the inner you. I knew this when I was fifteen (I think we all hear this voice) and it submerged when I married. Only to resurface with a vengeance.
By digging the guy, the musician I am, I am free to enjoy everything around me.
Even if it hurts a bit.
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