How do all the forces of responsibility in my life affect my overall output as a human, musician, student, teacher, friend and dreamer? I’m finding that the more things I have to do and the more roles in life I assume, the more I play guitar. Recently I’ve been practicing quite a bit because the weather has been supportive of my street-bench-Bohemian ways. But I think my increased time with my instrument is a result of a reluctance to check my E-mail, make phone calls, run errands and–yes–do homework.
Amazing, if you think about it. I practice not because of my lessons, an upcoming concert, an inner drive, nor my upcoming recording project, but because I’d rather not think about the rest of the world for a few hours. Therein lies my solitude. And I get to carry her in a shiny, yellow case.
Somehow I can still manage to get all the rest of the other stuff done though. I just made some publicity materials for Boston GuitarFest 2007. Why? The work inspired me, I think.
Yes, I want to do stuff that inspires me. Sounds fair, no?
