Waiting for a muse
Did you hear my new song? Of course you didn’t. That refers to a possible future event, and we are not there, yet. Somewhere, on my bucket list, is a great musical moment. Involving me. And when the gears of progress are turning ever-so-slowly, it might take a while before I become famous.
I happened to listen to a podcast by someone who is musically active, discussing the ways to success. As I mentally went through the checklist, I had to accept that (at the present rate of production), there may not be enough years remaining for me to “get there”.
I have done the initial steps. I have a workspace, and gear (never enough, but that’s not a measure). I have the background, in terms of training and “licks”, but my discipline is shameful. Correction: my lack of discipline. If you showed up on my doorstep and requested a tune, I could fumble something out. Nothing that will have other fans coming down the driveway, but…
Who is to blame? I have no idea. Maybe my finest moments, musically, involved several dozen others, and some sheets bearing the ideas of composers long dead. My classical upbringing. There are seeds of tunes; the ones that I hear in my inner ears. Nothing ready for the rest of you, yet. If I picked up an instrument, any instrument, I could play you a familiar air. But, my complacent nature is playing me false. I am not a solo performer, I guess. Here’s a thought. Why don’t you stop by, and we’ll see if we can do a duet, or a trio.
