I used to be seriously into music. Like, seriously spending all my money on CDs, reading about music, and playing instruments. I’ve mentioned a little just how staid my hometown is, but in middle school I was carting around a seriously boring instrument, the Bassoon (if you ever want to kill a kids interest in music, give them a bassoon). That basson was the closest I could get to rock and roll in Bedfordshire, so I dutifully joined the orchestra – and then found that I totally hated the entire orchestra experience.
Later on I would get a guitar, but after years of trying to herd stoned guys into doing something, I jacked it in and concentrated on getting enough qualifications to go to art college. These days my music skills are so rusty that although I can technically play the piano, violin, tabla, guitar, bass, and bassoon, it’s probably more accurate to say I can hold them in the right way to make a noise.
Still, that idea of being a musician still holds some sway. Perhaps I should pick up the cello that my Dad has here, and learn to play it? Surely I could get somewhere good within about six months… good enough to do a Yeah Yeah Yeahs cover, perhaps. Wait, I’ll just google it and see if anybody else is doing that…
Shitnuts.
On the other hand, it looks like nobody is doing Fugazi covers with a bassoon. That could be my big break-through.
Keep. on. blogging. You always make me smile.
Aw, thanks Brendadada. But, really, I have to question how many self-obsessed meandering blogs the world needs.
I feel the same about photographs, and burn a few, and tear a few up, and leave a few in a big basin of water to drown. It feels good, but that doesn’t last for long. En balance, I feel that art is better when it exists than when it doesn’t, and that includes your blog.