A while back, I was scrounging funds...meaning that I was selling a bunch of baseball cards. I was putting together a stash to buy a "new" saxophone...and they ain't cheap. I have a beater horn, but she was temperamental. One minute she'd sing all lovey-dovey and next minute she'd shank me like we were in prison and she wanted my dessert. I paroled her from the closet though, and she sounded better than I could play if I gave her enough attention. Music is just kind of an immersive experience for me, but I'd been sitting poolside too long. It was time to dive in again.
I also enjoy writing, but what tumbles forth is not all sunshine and lollipops. I don't even know if it makes sense, but I enjoy the creativity. It's just that I feel as if I have constrained that process too often because of...I don't know...
1. Perceived expectations?
B. Laziness?
III. Fear?
E. All of the above.
During this process, I read a quote from a "musician"...sort of...a drummer...whatever. I kid. I kid. That's a joking jab at my percussive friends. Anyhow, it's from Elvin Jones, who often played with some no-name sax player by the name of Coltrane. Mr. Jones said of music--an immersive creative expression--"It's only honesty makes it beautiful."
So create something honest; create something beautiful.
Well, I secured a new alto sax and once again attained sax-symbol status. Bad jokes aside, it was time for me to take a deep breath and dive in. I plan to keep working my way up to high dive. Cannonball, baby...Cannonball Adderly that is.
I also enjoy writing, but what tumbles forth is not all sunshine and lollipops. I don't even know if it makes sense, but I enjoy the creativity. It's just that I feel as if I have constrained that process too often because of...I don't know...
1. Perceived expectations?
B. Laziness?
III. Fear?
E. All of the above.
During this process, I read a quote from a "musician"...sort of...a drummer...whatever. I kid. I kid. That's a joking jab at my percussive friends. Anyhow, it's from Elvin Jones, who often played with some no-name sax player by the name of Coltrane. Mr. Jones said of music--an immersive creative expression--"It's only honesty makes it beautiful."
So create something honest; create something beautiful.
Well, I secured a new alto sax and once again attained sax-symbol status. Bad jokes aside, it was time for me to take a deep breath and dive in. I plan to keep working my way up to high dive. Cannonball, baby...Cannonball Adderly that is.