Everywhere you look, there is something to see…
I’m in the middle of a stretch at work that has me there for two weeks without a day off. I’m quite grateful for the overtime, actually, and while I wish I were sitting on my bed and playing my guitar, there is still a lot that I can do for the album even now.
I’ve been listening to as much music as I possibly can for days. Lyle Lovett, Franky Perez, John Mayer. Anything I can get my hands on (ears on?). I’m listening to the scratchy way Lyle approaches the vocals on I Will Rise Up, and the way the telecasters chunk on Franky’s Cecilia. With these sounds in my ears, I’m seventeen again, a kid in a musical candy store soaking in the sweets of the song.
It’s reasons like this why I love music. Even when I can’t get my hands around the guitar, I’m growing. Any one who is great at something got to be that way by treating their craft as a lifestyle and not as something to be checked off. It’s like working out only on the days you are going to be at the beach – you’re not going to get the results you want. And, while I feel myself slipping when I can’t just spend the whole day playing, hearing these songs throughout the day is like sitting in a lecture hall with a great professor. All I have to do is listen, and I learn.
I suppose what I’m trying to get at is the idea of making the most of a situation. We all have dreams, we would all rather be doing more of one thing and less of another. Fortunately, the world isn’t always black and white. It isn’t all or nothing. I’m just trying to appreciate the time that I do have, and take advantage of it. If I can live these dreams a little bit everyday, I’ll have done a whole lot of dreaming by the end.