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[aphrodites_foe]

so i wake up this morning
and all of the sudden i find myself
seated in front of my computer
old blue (my acoustic guitar) in hand
listening to a midi version of some
.38 special song ;)
and slowly relearning what little i knew
of this beautiful instrument.

and i think i'm going to keep up with this.
it feels good to stretch my fingers and
press them down hard on the steel strings,
leaving little imprints which eventually
open and bleed and then eventually blister,
for easy playing.
it's a good pain.

i think i need a little pain in my life.
to keep a balance.
i need to bleed a little and sweat a little and get frustrated (at inanimate objects) a little and use a little more obscene language just to justify my life.
i need to make sure this is all real.

maybe that's what music is.

someone got scared by blatant silence.
someone felt too much. someone needed to feel pain and bang on something...strum...on something and scream to different pitches and melodies, words that they could never speak or whisper...dark feelings or feelings of joy inexpressable by spoken word.

it's a beautiful thing.

now excuse me, i gotsta go make music