These Days
These days I wonder if I will ever make another record. I wonder why I should bother when there are so many great records out there that i have never even heard. Take for example the Incredible String Band. I have bought a couple pieces of vinyl from this great hippy band from the early seventies. They are so interesting.
Also, I am spending considerable time working on my fiddle playing these days. I really don't know where this will lead me but it is the thing I am most compelled to do. I enjoy playing Irish music, Quebec fiddle tunes and love playing along with folk music. I do occasionally take it out and play a bit on gigs and I even have started playing in my friends jazz-fusion band.
The other day a friend described me as a banjo player and didn't even mention my guitar playing. I found this a bit odd as I have been playing professionally for more than twenty years now and I still play the guitar most every day. And yes, I love the guitar. I find my interest in music generally is as spirited and honest as ever. I can't get enough. I want to listen more. I want to practise more and I want to compose more.
With all that in mind, my priority is still my family. When my kids want to play catch in the park there is only one answer. When one of them wants to play music with me, I am there in a second. This is a part of my life that I cherish and it won't be around for ever. Music, my first love will never go away. Who knows, maybe I will even make another record some day.
4 Comments:
This is possibly the most dull and mondane blog entry I have ever had the misfortune of stumbling upon. One sometimes; wonders, is intrigued by, and in this case.... peruses yet another expression of mediocrity in the tangled netword of disregarded banter that is jazz blogers. A rare species of blogger whom expresses their inferiority to all other species of blogger through the manifestation of their inability to consolidate efforts and dedications. The essence of instrumental mastery is to become one with one's tool of musical extension, not to act as a conductor of indecisiveness and diluted dedication. Alas!! yet another salty tear falls, ripped from my soul with the rusted iron gloves of boredom and disappointment.
-The Truthmansmith
This is possibly the dullest and mundane blog entry I have ever had the misfortune of stumbling upon. One sometimes; wonders, is intrigued by, and in this case.... peruses yet another expression of mediocrity in the tangled network of disregarded banter that is jazz bloggers. A rare sort of blogger whom expresses their inferiority to all other bloggers through the manifestation of their inability to consolidate efforts and dedications. The essence of instrumental mastery is to become one with one's tool of musical extension, not for it to act as a conductor of indecisiveness and diluted dedication. Alas!! Yet another salty tear falls, ripped from one’s soul with the rusted iron gloves of boredom and disappointment.
-The Truthmansmith
Sounds like you came to the table with a head on for bloggers focused on jazz, and then didn't delve too deep before letting go with your feelings about blogs about jazz. How does someone who doesn't like such blogs come to see enough of them to develop such a focused feeling? Really you like them.
previous comment to wit the anonymous commenter.
Qua the post itself, that all sounds healthy and good, and I'm certain you'll make more albums. When you get that feeling, thats the time to put out singles, individual pieces that mean a lot to you, and as they accumulate, forms future album.
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