Already falling off the blog wagon. No surprise, I have several incomplete notebooks from years ago. All capture a few month’s activities and then…silence. I refuse to feel guilty! It is the full rush of summer, and I am too busy working or making new memories during my time off to attend to the new synthetic life style.
That’s right, I said it. We are being slowly lulled into the condition where all our extra time is being tied up in these computer screens and “smart” phones that are turning us into The System’s wet dream…consumer zombies. It is a fully preprogrammed synthetic life style now that makes the three channels of TV that our generation nursed look like the harbinger of George Orwell’s warning. Here it comes…get ready…to be a voluntary slave to the new digital life! Holy cow…who would have guessed? We are seeing the front wave of things only dreamt of in a Star Trek vision of the future.
So what will you commit to in your dwindling spare time? So far, for me it is still mostly music… when I’m not wasting resources riding around on a motorcycle.
There is no life without music. For me, it started early. Piano (Mom insisted), cello (a romantic rebel at an early age), and then…harmonica, guitar, voice, bass, drums, more bass, organ, diggery-doo, what else? Blues, jazz, rock and roll…baby! Soul, funk, and…reggae! Once again, jack of all trades, master of none. That is ok. To learn how to blend and play with others is a skill many technically great players still don’t seem to understand. To blend with the spirit of the music, to enter the greater sub-conscious mind, both a skill and a pleasure to commit to. Once you are fully committed, you may play some wrong notes, but the spirit comes through. The muse is spirit, and we take it for granted that we can experience this every day through the music we consume. Yet another life force The Beast works to pervert. Nothing but commercially contrived, lowest-common-denominator-earwigs are promoted in the brave new world. Don’t forget to support the local guys that have been in the trenches for years, honing the craft of creating music.
After spending yet another hour practicing, or working on a recording, or just messing around on an instrument, annoying my wife, I feel good. Nuff said. I suggest you take up the ukulele, every else seems to be, or buy a drum or a didgeridoo, and start jamming.
Don’t take “their” word for it, for what is good. Be a part of the creative process and then you will start to understand what is good.