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$10 to the first person to figure out where the title to this entry comes from.
ive always been a why person. its never been enough for me to know something, i need to know why it happens. airplanes go fast and then they lift off the ground. yeah well why? leo fender built the first telecaster (actually called the broadcaster) in 1948. yeah well why? klemens von metternich was responsible for the modern layout of europe. yeah, well....you get the point. and so, in my never ending critique of who i am and what i do the all important question has always been why. tonight an answer popped into my head. i think i may have ranted about this one at some point, here we go anew.
i saw a picture of someone i used to know, someone i thought was beautiful. my immediate reaction was to grab a guitar and turn it up loud and just play at them. soooooooo why is that my normal response and what other implications does it have. to put it plainly, guitars make you cool, if you can play it well which i can, usually. so lets explode this up a little bit. why did i get into music. well it is fun, it can be incredibly lucrative, you get famous, people think youre cool, you never have to work. do you hear this? isnt this all complete bullshit? answer: yes. i never had the right reason for wanting to do music. i think people like stevie ray vaughan or jeff buckley, or even dave traver have the right reasons, i dont think i did.
a disclaimer: just so you know, every guy that ever picks up the guitar is doing it for the same reason, girls. if they tell you otherwise they are lying and trying to be dark and mysterious. they just want to get chicks. where it goes from there though, sometimes it morphs into real artistic understanding and development. other times, like the 1980's, everyone just wants to get some.
do i love playing and miss being in front of a crowd? of course i do. i even miss packing up the car and driving 4 hours to a gig. it sucked at the time, but i miss it all the same. so is what i am doing now any different? oh hell yes and i can prove it. okay, if youre gonna get big as a rockstar where are you gonna do? in front of tons of people, lit up like the fourth of july and going out every night in a blaze of whiskey fueled glory. if i am going to be the best pilot in the world, where am i going to do it? up in a teeny little plane, all by myself, 7000 feet above anyone where you have to strain your eyes to see me and ill probably just sound like a mosquito. ill be off in my own little world, spiraling down and pulling up and rolling over and loving every second of it. i am doing this for me, which is something ive never been able to say. as randall would say...schweet.
okay lets lighten the mood a little bit. A headline on the onion.com today:
College Freshman Already Loves It
BOSTON—According to roommate sources, 18-year-old Lauren Frand called her older brother, Jason, 24, just hours after being dropped off at her co-ed dormitory Sunday to tell him how much she already loves being a college student. "I was just in the dorm across the hall and we were all listening to this kid playing James Blunt songs on his acoustic guitar," said Frand, who also expressed excitement at hearing that professors rarely take attendance. "My schedule is really great because it allows me to wake up every morning at 9 a.m.—way later than I had to in high school." Frand added that she's stoked to finally be an independent adult without anyone watching out for her.
This of course is dedicated to Tim, my original flight instructor, as he ventures off to UMass for the next year. everyone wave bye to Tim as he heads out to the wonderful world of drunken nights, ramen noodles, and herpes. have fun. dont burn the couch.
here's to tailwinds my friend. (gulp gulp)
ive always been a why person. its never been enough for me to know something, i need to know why it happens. airplanes go fast and then they lift off the ground. yeah well why? leo fender built the first telecaster (actually called the broadcaster) in 1948. yeah well why? klemens von metternich was responsible for the modern layout of europe. yeah, well....you get the point. and so, in my never ending critique of who i am and what i do the all important question has always been why. tonight an answer popped into my head. i think i may have ranted about this one at some point, here we go anew.
i saw a picture of someone i used to know, someone i thought was beautiful. my immediate reaction was to grab a guitar and turn it up loud and just play at them. soooooooo why is that my normal response and what other implications does it have. to put it plainly, guitars make you cool, if you can play it well which i can, usually. so lets explode this up a little bit. why did i get into music. well it is fun, it can be incredibly lucrative, you get famous, people think youre cool, you never have to work. do you hear this? isnt this all complete bullshit? answer: yes. i never had the right reason for wanting to do music. i think people like stevie ray vaughan or jeff buckley, or even dave traver have the right reasons, i dont think i did.
a disclaimer: just so you know, every guy that ever picks up the guitar is doing it for the same reason, girls. if they tell you otherwise they are lying and trying to be dark and mysterious. they just want to get chicks. where it goes from there though, sometimes it morphs into real artistic understanding and development. other times, like the 1980's, everyone just wants to get some.
do i love playing and miss being in front of a crowd? of course i do. i even miss packing up the car and driving 4 hours to a gig. it sucked at the time, but i miss it all the same. so is what i am doing now any different? oh hell yes and i can prove it. okay, if youre gonna get big as a rockstar where are you gonna do? in front of tons of people, lit up like the fourth of july and going out every night in a blaze of whiskey fueled glory. if i am going to be the best pilot in the world, where am i going to do it? up in a teeny little plane, all by myself, 7000 feet above anyone where you have to strain your eyes to see me and ill probably just sound like a mosquito. ill be off in my own little world, spiraling down and pulling up and rolling over and loving every second of it. i am doing this for me, which is something ive never been able to say. as randall would say...schweet.
okay lets lighten the mood a little bit. A headline on the onion.com today:
College Freshman Already Loves It
BOSTON—According to roommate sources, 18-year-old Lauren Frand called her older brother, Jason, 24, just hours after being dropped off at her co-ed dormitory Sunday to tell him how much she already loves being a college student. "I was just in the dorm across the hall and we were all listening to this kid playing James Blunt songs on his acoustic guitar," said Frand, who also expressed excitement at hearing that professors rarely take attendance. "My schedule is really great because it allows me to wake up every morning at 9 a.m.—way later than I had to in high school." Frand added that she's stoked to finally be an independent adult without anyone watching out for her.
This of course is dedicated to Tim, my original flight instructor, as he ventures off to UMass for the next year. everyone wave bye to Tim as he heads out to the wonderful world of drunken nights, ramen noodles, and herpes. have fun. dont burn the couch.
here's to tailwinds my friend. (gulp gulp)
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