Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Good Ole Days


A friend of mine sent me this picture. I'm pretty sure it was around 1982. That was yet antother tumultuous time of my life. There was a lot going on but, I can definitely say I was pretty driven. My dedication to music back then was center of my being. I was in my late 20's and even though it was a tough time for us financially we were able to get by. I couldn't imagine back then that 30 years later what would be in store for me. I think the most amazing thing is how much the computor would become my center of life. I had been introduced back then to computors, but to me they were just a stupid little radio shack toy that was doomed to go the way of the "Pet Rock". I didn't grasp back then the potential it would have. I got my first computor in 1991. I was completely enthralled! I dove into it and I realized the potential for writing music. It really inspired me and changed my life profoundly. In the late 90's and early 2000/2005 I was probably at my most creative.


I've kind of burned out a bit in the last 2 years though. I'm having a real hard time finding my creative groove and I feel like I'm really having to force it. I finally understand how many great muscians just drop off the radar. It seems that creative growth and performance ability really slow down as you get older. It's kind of sad, I feel like I just get bored with what I'm doing and lose interest easier. I'm hoping that my entusiasm comes back.

Today was my last weekend to take it easy for awhile. I have to face my new job tomorrow and it's going to be really tough. We decided to take it easy and go for a mellow ride in the park. We stopped at a hot dog stand grabbed a couple of dogs and sat out by the arboretum in the quiet with the flowers and humming birds all around.

I kind of miss the old days. I kind of wish I could go back. I'm really starting to sound like an old man...

1 comments:

knotty said...

If I had a time machine, I'd go back to around 1900 and spend a few years sailing on those tall masted ships to the South Pacific and far east. Forget this time with it's disposable cars and when the art of lying has become epidemic.