lets talk music

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they say you love the most something you can't do... i can't play a lick of music...i have a music collection that rivals almost anyone i have ever met...well except beardo...i enjoy almost everything i hear...i listen to classic rock...blues...motown...jazz...reggae...ska...country...bluegrass...folk...even rap...but play???...not a lick...so i marvel at those of you that can play...and after all these years of running bars and restaurants i have tons of musician friends...some are truly gifted...they write their own music...they stand in a room full of people ...out to get their respective drinks on...and play thru loud obnoxious conversations that are way too close to stage...they bleed their hearts out for a tip jar that is far too often short of the mark...and i sit in this din...and wonder how they do it...a kitchen is a loud chaotic place...and i practice my art...but really for myself...i don't see the customers face when they eat it...i mean i know its good...if you get as far as I've gotten in my field...that much is expected...but i don't think i could ever stand in front of a mike and play my guitar while singing a song to people i don't even know.. and they do it all the time...they play their gigs and then run to catch a friends gig...and maybe sit in with them...you can catch them sitting in someones living room at 4.30 in the morning...playing unplugged guitars...marveling over some other musician and the shit he does with the bridge on this song or that...i don't know if they realize how great that is...a painter...a sculptor...are solitary pursuits...but music is about sharing the moment of creation...good or bad...so here's to you my troubadour brothers and sisters...thanks for all those moments

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