Playing music was and still is the one thing I wish I could do. I have tried several times, painfully, over and over again, and trying to get my head around playing an instrument. There was the cello in the 4th grade (I cannot justify why I did that to myself), the trumpet in 7th grade, guitar in high school, and drums in a garage band that never played a show. The last attempt was my best, but all of them were awful.
I can carry a tune, just not well. As with most people, I am just a frustrated musician.
When I think back on all the times that I tried to learn an instrument, I wanted it to be easy. I wanted to be the guys that picked it up and it just made sense, or that I picked it up and it happened. I think that is why I had the best success at drums. I could keep a beat. If I tried to get more complicated than that, that’s when I ran onto trouble.
Being immediate and in the moment, are still the two things that get me going when it comes to crating art. Like jazz, and the Beat writers, and Jackson Pollock’s painting, they are all arts of the moment of creation. Sure, practice is needed, but the art improvised. Playing off other artist, or music, or the emotional moment.
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