Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Singing with My Fingertips

I've been having music dreams lately. The kind of dreams where I hear the sounds and can look down at my hands playing the notes, singing with my fingertips.

That music is always in my head, and I can't turn it off. I can suppress it with menial day to day tasks, but it invariably bubbles up in the dark, at night, when my eyes are closed.

My relationship with music has always been strained. I hate it. (I love it.) I wish it could have gone differently for me. I'm looking around at all of my dust laden guitars, and I'm wondering how the hell I got to here. I can't stand this place.

I suppose there are some things you never get closure on.