As a result of my experience in Corona at BGU Live this year, I’ve discovered a few things both about myself and some observations in general that might be of help to anyone who finds they are experiencing similar fears.
I overanalyze everything and frequently suffer from analysis paralysis. In my remaining years, I need to live a bit more in the moment and a little less worried about what the future holds. This applies to a lot more than just playing guitar.
Not really. Well, yeah, I won, but the mad skills is just click-bait. I just had an awesome experience and in a unique break from my usual self-deprecating, lowered expectations style. I had an incredibly good time on a visit to California a couple of weeks ago.
The website has been largely ignored and that’s entirely my fault. This morning, I took a good long look at it and decided it needed a facelift. Right now it is in progress. It may change again according to my whim.
I always make the same promises… I’m going to try and post more. Maybe.
There has been some confusion about where this quote originally came from. It was used in Metal Gear Awesome, by Egoraptor back in 2006.
The quote actually came from an old “Reading Is Fundamental” public service announcement that ran during Saturday morning cartoons in the late 80’s. It’s one of those things that when you are a kid, sticks in your head and for some reason known only to you, it remains funny and one of your own personal inside jokes.
No doubt about it, I’m not a kid anymore. You know that when people stop referring to you as “wet behind the ears.” I never knew what the meant anyway.
LIfe started out for me with a definite bent towards music. I played accordion for a number of years, until the accordion joined most Americans’ most hated list, right up there with bagpipes. Dick Contino, Myron Floren and Frank Yankovic notwithstanding, the Beatles and the British invasion of the sixties was the death knell for the accordion. Other than John West, playing the Cordovox in Gary Lewis and the Playboys, the sixties were devoid of any accordion heroes. So who was I to fight progress? I switched from being an “accordionist” to being a “keyboard player.” In the mid-sixties, other than Mike Smith, who played a Vox Jaguar for The Dave Clark Five, and Alan Price for The Animals, there weren’t many mainstream rock and roll keyboard players to emulate. My roots with the Natural Music Studios gave me an entré into the world of six stringers, which I immediately loved! I beat my first guitar nearly to death. It was a mid-fifties Fender Esquire, which was given to me by the studio owner so I could learn (and teach) guitar. Along the way, I owned any number of other guitars and basses as I slowly transitioned myself to stringed instruments from the keyboards.
After all these years, I have a music room. It used to be my computer room and stuffed full of computing equipment. Before that it was my oldest son’s bedroom. But now it’s the music room. We started by painting it blue, with the trim done in an ultra-white. Neither my lovely wife or I are really good at staying within the lines, so we ended up with a lot of blue on the trim and a little white on the walls. Then I got the bright idea of painting a buffer stripe between the wall and the trim. We got the tape and put down an excellent demarcation line. Then I dug up a leftover can of red that our youngest son had used when he painted his room (when he lived here).
It’s a great way to win friends and influence people, isn’t it?
Yeah, we moved the weblog from webmoron.net. After putting up the original blog, I found out the domain name OFWG.NET was available. Surprisingly, OFWG.COM wasn’t available and whoever owns it wants a boatload of cash for it. So rather than wait until I had two or three people regularly showing up to read my clever musings (not) I thought it might be wise to grab the new domain name and move everything while it was still a simple process. Hence the move!
As my kids were growing up, I always used to tell them that after they left home, I was going to start playing the guitar again and find myself some other like minded individuals of about the same age, start a band and call it Old Farts With Guitars. As of right now, it’s just me and it will probably stay that way for a very long time, unless I can get good enough again that I’m willing to embarrass myself in front of some real musicians who happen to be local. So for the moment, it will probably only be one Old Fart With Guitars.
So Arin and Nate and my loving wife Maurette, the family inside joke is being shared with the world… or at least the three people who will eventually find this blog.
May your strings stay in tune and your chords ring true!