This is the
first day of the rest of my life. Before today I was a musician; I traveled
around the country independently playing at churches, youth groups, camps and festivals…basically
anywhere that would allow me to bring the likes of ska/punk/alternative into
the venue. This was, as most of my musical endeavors have been, essentially
useless.
This is the first day of the rest of my life. Before today I was a hopeless dreamer. My mind reeled with ideas of grandeur: stadiums full of fans singing back words and melodies I had written, connecting with life-experience lyrics that expressed my deepest secrets…living the life that many an artist dreams of. This was, as most of my life-dreams have been, essentially useless.
This is the first day of the rest of my life. Before today I watched every intricately laid plan fail, every child-like hope falter and, ultimately, every dream die. In the calm that follows letting go, acceptance comes. And yet, even in this place, I find myself completely dissatisfied; unable to truly accept.
This is the first day of the rest of my life. Before today I was a hopeless dreamer. My mind reeled with ideas of grandeur: stadiums full of fans singing back words and melodies I had written, connecting with life-experience lyrics that expressed my deepest secrets…living the life that many an artist dreams of. This was, as most of my life-dreams have been, essentially useless.
This is the first day of the rest of my life. Before today I watched every intricately laid plan fail, every child-like hope falter and, ultimately, every dream die. In the calm that follows letting go, acceptance comes. And yet, even in this place, I find myself completely dissatisfied; unable to truly accept.
I am unwilling
to believe that I am past my musical prime. I do not yield to my common sense,
the voice of reason. Perhaps I am led by the movies and songs I grew up with,
to believe that ordinary people can do extraordinary things.
“You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low”
Now I realize this IS the first day of the rest of my life. Today I AM a musician. Today I AM a dreamer. Today I defy what may be true: My musical endeavors, useless; my life-dreams, useless; my musical prime, long gone…
“Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start”
I refuse to accept that I ought to give up chasing my musical dreams. I am not conceited, but I know that I have much to offer my potential listeners. Does this include you? I truly hope so! I cordially invite you to join me on this journey.
This is the first day of the rest of my life…
“You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low”
Now I realize this IS the first day of the rest of my life. Today I AM a musician. Today I AM a dreamer. Today I defy what may be true: My musical endeavors, useless; my life-dreams, useless; my musical prime, long gone…
“Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start”
I refuse to accept that I ought to give up chasing my musical dreams. I am not conceited, but I know that I have much to offer my potential listeners. Does this include you? I truly hope so! I cordially invite you to join me on this journey.
This is the first day of the rest of my life…
