Simply Playing

I DID SOMETHING this morning I haven't done in ages - I went upstairs and played my guitar.

When you co-own a music store, when you have 30-plus guitar students, when you play in three bands, when you are engulfed in music all day and every day, well .... you take things for granted.

This happened to me at The Whig. I grew tired of writing stories about meth-headed dirtballs, fundraisers, boring board meetings, and special section articles about windows, unfortunate families and how to have parties. If you are a reporter, and if you don't treat every single story you do with passion and precision, it's time to get out.

This music thing isn't stale. I still pinch myself and realize how lucky I am. But sometimes you need to do something simple to remind yourself why you got into it in the first place.

I preach this to my students all the time - just play. Doesn't matter if it's a song, or a couple of notes, or learning a scale or a riff. Just. Play. As much as you can. The better students are the ones who practice and enjoy it.

So. That's what I did. I went upstairs and just played, nothing in particular. My new Reverend guitar sounds great, just piddling around, just making noise.

It's the little things, you know.