On Being A Musician

On Being A Musician

Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned. George Bernard Shaw

I have so had it. I look at my guitar and I am sick of it! Sick of its beckoning , sick of its crying, sick of it wanting me to pick it up and coddle it. Get over it. I can’t stand the very sight of you. Why must you torture me and torment me? There are times like this when I hate the very presence of you. I hate the fact that I am a musician…it’s killing me to my very core….it’s raping me and murdering me and fucking killing me….I guess tomorrow I will feel different, Maybe?


8 responses »

  1. As I was reading, I was thinking that your guitar was weeping. Then I scrolled down and saw Geroge Harrison. Are you familiar with his song, “This Guitar (Can’t Keep From Crying)”? It’s on his 1975 album, “Extra Texture.”

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