Thursday, September 2, 2010

music, art, words ...

I didn't realise how much I had missed playing the guitar until I started again. It all happened because someone loaned me Siamese Dream by the Smashing Pumpkins and I remembered I didn't mind guitar solos one bit. Not at all actually.

Operation save-up-for-electric guitar begins. Strangely (in the meantime) I'm working on Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring - but it's just because I never learnt the end when I used to play. And I'm determined to fill in all the gaps and do the things I left undone - through sheer laziness and lack of belief. Plus - it is well known that Bach is excellent and leads to happy ears.

Sometimes I wonder what I would do if I had my right hand chopped off. Yes, odd I know - I suppose it's like wondering what you would do if your beloved partner left you. It's a worst case scenario survival plan. Well you can ride a horse one-handed (or no hands), learn to draw and write with your left hand and ... well, I guess - some sort of device for rhythm guitar? Music, words and visual art - just different ways to express the same thing. What is that thing? Not sure yet. But I know there's about million of us working on it.


Grey Horse Matters said...

I wish I could draw and paint like you, you're very talented. And now you play guitar too. I know how hard it is to really master that, my son plays and he is very good. And that's not just a mom talking, he really can do it all.

I'd like to thank you for your lovely comment about Sweetie. It's beautiful.

Ophelia said...

guitars are as good for boys as horses are for girls. Oh, and that works for boys/horses and girls/guitars too.

I think the great thing about Sweetie is that hearing her story has probably encouraged other horse people to step up and take responsibility when they see a horse in need.