Onanism and musicianship.

I am beginning to suspect that, simply by virtue of using a tablet, your pictures are automatically splendid. Coloring things in like a kindergarten student suddenly becomes acceptable and artistic. It certainly does not make me feel good, but it is an ego boost.

I talked to Joe a few days ago. "You should come out and jam with me Tuesday nights," he said. I thought about it. I haven't played saxophone legitimately since I stopped taking lessons with him. "I was thinking about making a band on my own." I told him. "No," he said. "You'll pick up bad habits." I thought again. I really miss spending all that time playing music.

I brought my guitar to school with me, planning to write a bunch of silly songs and make a sillier band. I haven't tried very hard to do either of those things. I haven't even taken it out of the case. I can barely even play clarinet, now. I need to change that. Those are my instruments. I can't let them waste away.

"Just practice some on your own and give me a call," he said. "It's just a little coffee shop gig, it'll be good for you." "Okay." I said. I bet I'm going to suck.

That's okay.

Comments

Ashley said…

Was that inspired by my movie theatre story?

February 10, 2009 at 8:48 PM

Gabe said…

Yes, it was.

February 10, 2009 at 10:26 PM

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everything is fine

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