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My songwriting lessons started about 4 months ago, just as winter threatened to serve me up on the rocks and swallow me, I decided it was time to really take this music obsession to the next level of addiction. I've played the guitar somewhat poorly for the last 10 years. It became like this terrible football coach, this mocking, little, big bottomed man in my bedroom looking at me and saying... HA you know you can't get any better so just give up. I love my guitar but I was beginning to hate how it made me feel.
Thought, am I addicted to failure or music? Are they one in the same at this point. Certainly time to do something about it.
Addiction; we all know what it is; maybe we all live in its spare bedroom from time to time, doing it's laundry and washing it's dishes just so we can stand in the foyer as it locks the door in our faces and kisses the window on its way out. Don't get me wrong in the beginning it feels good. For example I would rather be locked in the house with my guitar than have to go to work everyday. Then like a little brother with a vengeance, it creeps up on you when you need to make dinner, pay the bills, do your own laundry, jumps out at you from around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and says BOO, you're an addict. Your heart stops for a minute and reality sets in. I am addicted to playing music...can it really be that bad?
Thought, am I addicted to failure or music? Are they one in the same at this point. Certainly time to do something about it.
Addiction; we all know what it is; maybe we all live in its spare bedroom from time to time, doing it's laundry and washing it's dishes just so we can stand in the foyer as it locks the door in our faces and kisses the window on its way out. Don't get me wrong in the beginning it feels good. For example I would rather be locked in the house with my guitar than have to go to work everyday. Then like a little brother with a vengeance, it creeps up on you when you need to make dinner, pay the bills, do your own laundry, jumps out at you from around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and says BOO, you're an addict. Your heart stops for a minute and reality sets in. I am addicted to playing music...can it really be that bad?
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