Gut Rumbles

April 18, 2003


The boys are savaging that pizza like a two-man pack of hyenas. I suspect that they will eat the whole thing. I keep my hands out of their way when they go into a feeding frenzy like they're doing right now.

My hands...

I don't really have the hands to be a musician. I have wide hands with short, stubby fingers. Those are blacksmith's hands. They don't fit a guitar player. I could be good at forging horseshoes. I am built for that kind of work. Everything I do on stringed instruments comes from "WANT TO," not talent. I have worked my ass off at it and I will NEVER be as good as I want to be.

I don't have the hands for what I really want to do.

Music is in my blood and I always will play as long as I have... my hands. I feel a spiritual joy when I play in the Crackerbox all by myself. I like the feeling even better when I get together with friends and we do the Home-Made Band thing. Sometimes the music gives me goosebumps.

I own seven guitars. I can't play a damned one of them as well as I want to.

I just don't have the hands for it.


Bullshit! You are VERY know it! And, you do have the hands of a musician. I've seen 'em. I know.

Now shut up and go finish my goddamn song. Make it a birthday present for me.

Posted by: Da Goddess on April 18, 2003 09:46 PM

Know the feeling. I have fairly good musician-type hands, but not a real talent. I am a blacksmith /part-time/, and enjoy the hell out of it, but I really wish I could do more with my guitars. I can take a piece of rusty spring & forge a fine blade, but I can't take a tune from my head & put it to paper or strings worth a damn.

Posted by: Mark on April 19, 2003 09:26 AM
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