How can you resolve what is unresolvable?
How can one accept life unfairness when it becomes so unfair that you lose what was your identity.
If the twists of fate pervert your body so that you cannot play your axe?
Sure the Sirens Wail what we all know but try to ignore, so we can get through another day.
That “Life is Unfair. No one ever told you that Life is Fair.”
But what if you live your life with a deep need to express yourself — can you ever stop seeking the perfect guitar phrase?
It get so bad that I often cannot bear to listen to a player play his axe. Yet of course I seek them out. It is bad right now.
I should learn to suck it up and “What’s the cliche” `”move past it.'” “`Reinvent yourself.'”
Fat Chance! I have been trying to get this over hump fot about 6 years.
After I wrote the above lines, I looked at one of the few guitars I still keep in my current apartment. It a classical guitar (a gut-string) that I have played for many years (about 25), it was my main practice guitar. I learned many an etude by Carcassi, Sor and Villa Lobos, and countless jazz chord melody arrangements by over playing it. And it has the bruises to show. I cleaned off the dust from its front. I noticed that the D string had popped. What fun I had in playing it over the years. It got me through many depressed moths.
I may sleep with it tonight (probably not, although I would love to!).