09.01.07
Strings of Thought
Last night I liberated the guitar from its dusty corner. Somehow
I had the urge to pluck on its strings because a certain piece kept strumming
repeatedly on my mind. I had not paid attention to this guitar in months – or
perhaps years. The aftermath of this impulse?
Fingertip sores.
Maybe I was subconsciously aware that this would happen… but
I allowed myself to be in subjection to the music on my mind and that unstoppable
driving obsession to make music.
It’s much like laughing until your sides ache.
It’s a lot like falling in love…
