Let me tell you, I've been playing guitar more than ever before and it is very exciting. All the working was getting to me, I felt a lack of creativity, I felt like I was losing all sorts of ground and getting too old too fast and then suddenly I picked up my old little acoustic and began playing. It was the first time I had really, truly, played in years and while it was pretty rocky at first it was just what I needed.
It's been about two weeks of playing now and I've decided to do something I never, ever, have done before. I am going to do an open mic night. That's right. I am going to be one of those ridiculous performers who does a three song set at a bar to a drunken audience filled with other performers who all know how much better they are than everyone else. It will either be amazing or horrible. There is no in between with this sort of thing.
My life right now is work, work, and coffee. I am addicted. I mean honestly, there are headaches without the daily cup (or three...). I don't think I've ever had an addiction before, there is a first for everything and I figure there are much worse things I could be addicted to (you know, like crack...) but it is still a little unsettling.
But then again, supposedly addictions are very rock and roll. I guess it's a prerequisite now.
The Snail
PS Dusty Springfield sang "Son of a Preacher Man" and This is Jefferson Airplane
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