Starting again

Yesterday on 43things, I gave some help to a person looking to decide on using an acoustic guitar or an electric guitar to learn how to play the instrument. Being this is one of my “done it” things, I thought what the heck. And so I did.

This morning, on the way to work and on my 3rd replay of The Killers Mr. Brightside, I started to think once again that maybe it was time to go back to playing guitar. Maybe it was the song, or fumes from the streetcar (it did end up breaking down), but I started to feel this repressed desire of the need to create music, enjoy it and sharing it with others. Why?

Before the kids came along, I though I would become a musician. It’s what I did. I played a heck of a mean guitar and from what I’ve been told I was very talented. Then, I had to become responsible almost overnight, and the interest in playing although still there, was no longer in my immediate focus. It has remained like this for the last 12 or so years.

I want to play again.