"Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before."
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Friday, December 23, 2011
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Wouldn't Recommend Stirring a Brew
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Cleaning House
GHOST WITH A BONER!

Hooray! My house now resembles just-moved in condition after a hard year of scrapping useless old things. I'm not starting fresh, instead simply freeing up space for new creative thought. Dad always said a cluttered office means a cluttered mind.

Practice doesn't mean perfect. Alternatively thought as an ironic means to an end of infinite learning and development. Conceptually this can be applied to everyday life, work, and self-aspirations; musically it remains the single core aspect of maintaining talent. Every young musician euphorically smiles when they first experience creating melodic sound in desire to replicate the music they admire. Yet inevitably those who practice to develop their own unique craft transcend ideas beyond knowledgable understanding.
Sounds far out but consider the obvious: there is only one Jimi who sounds like Jimi, only one Eric who sounds like Eric, only one Duane who sounds like Duane, only one B.B. King who sounds like B.B. King, and many other legends (hopefully you catch my drift already). Collectively they share the same unique creativity - the passion and ability to play their instruments differently than anyone before them. Thus creating ideas of which none in the musical world knew or comprehended, and it is these same ideas that music lacks today.
Long story short, Chill Bill has influenced the essence of practice back into my routine. Soul refines sound.

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