I JUST WROTE THIS SO I MIGHT AS WELL POST IT
If I were to find myself in motel conference room with 30 guitar players and their instruments, 30 guitar players with varying degrees of skill and experience, from virtuoso to novice, seasoned pro to garage band beginner. If I were to wake up in this performers purgatory, and told by a man whose jacket did not match his pants, that I had a new job and that job was to pick the best guitar player in the room., not only would it be one of the most amusing and engaging first days on the job, but also one of the easiest - easiest because I would only have one category, one criteria in which to decide the victor of this redundant competition.
To me a true musical experience is the transfer of the passion of the music - through the passion of the performer - to the passion in the soul of the listener. Simple as that. Technique, Virtuosity, Musicianship even playing the right notes and being in tune may help with this transfer of this passion., but no matter how shiny and bright - fancy and new your fleet of limousines is - if there ain't’ no rich people to haul around you will soon be out of business.
So, it would be an easy job, for I would rather listen to the least experienced with the least amount of chops playing one chord - one note with passion, than the most experienced virtuoso phoning in the most difficult piece in the world perfectly.
I would easily find the kid playing with passion. I assume it would be a kid because as we age life and it’s responsibilities trend to suck the passion right out of us leaving us to nostalgically long for our youth. It doesn’t have to but if you let it... it will. I refused and still fight this "good ol’ days" syndrome. i did not peak in my early life, hell, I haven’t even began to peak. The more i think about it I realize that I will never peak. My best days are ahead of me and always will be; I will ride my passion like a Chuck Yeager, ride it till I leave this earth never looking back.
Passion has a way of making itself found, for passion seeks after passion and I am a very passionate man. Ask my wife. The journeyman passion that lives in me would lead me to the amateur passion in that kid and I would tell the most passioeservednate - the best guitar player in the room where to pick up their reward and when.
Oh, one thing though - the kid would have to show up on time.
Live your life with passion, for it is the wealthy party person renting the limo in your heart.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\