Reincarnate me as the next Connolly
Not every performance needs to be world class. I know; some of you take deep pride in everything you produce, and only the best is good enough. I’m too old to fall into that trap. Once in a while, just getting the job done is sufficient.
Take my effort on the guitar. Gong Show quality, when I’m following the directions from this online course I’ve decided to follow. The certificate doesn’t matter; I wanted access to the course material for later on, but without proper practice, some things aren’t mastered immediately. Maybe never. Power chords are meant for someone else, with more rock in his soul. Anyhow, there’s an assignment due for tomorrow afternoon. Recorded and published for others to evaluate. Up to this point, I’ve tried, but this week I’m not a master. The sonic boom that some poor peer will evaluate several days hence may shake their confidence in the musicality of others (me!). Not a proud moment.
Put that aside for now. There are other things to do before I die (a very long list, thank you). I just watched an episode of Billy Connolly, out on Route 66 on some variation of a motorcycle. There’s a man that stopped taking himself seriously a long time ago, and he’s fun because of it. If I have to reincarnated, let me come back with that much of a sense of self-derision (I’ve already got the hair thing nailed). Doesn’t have to be on Route 66, or motorized. Maybe a paddle boat on one of the lesser Great Lakes (though not during storm season).
