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apollaMy guitar playing barely scrapes 'perfunctory'. I mean, I can play arpeggio chords. I can strum them if I'm not required to come up with actual rhythm. Anything more completely eludes me unless it's written down in music and classical. And if I learned it ten years ago.
I can't write music. I can't write melodies, I can't write riffs. I can't even put together a half-decent chord sequence. I can just about steal someone else's chord sequence, but even then I can't sing a new melody over it. It was great to hear The Boys Are Back In Town regurgitated from my own brain but without the inherent joy and lyrical greatness of the original.
I have no music in my head. I cannot create it from scratch. Even if I could, I couldn't play it because I can't play the fucking guitar unless you're happy to hear Am D G arpeggiated over and over again. I might manage a Bm if you're very nice.
So why the fuck do I continue with the illusion that I could ever rule the world? I can't do it at all, let alone well. Has everyone just been humouring me, waiting for me to give it up on my own? Because that was never going to happen. I was meant to do this, wasn't I?
But how can I, when there's no music in my fucking soul? I think it must always been like this- I had to steal one of George Harrison's obscurer melodies to kick start something at school. Everyone said it was dead catchy. Course it was- it was written by a genius.
I'm a fucking fraud, it turns out. I'm no more a musician than Jessica Simpson is a musician.
Right, I'm ready to die.
I can't write music. I can't write melodies, I can't write riffs. I can't even put together a half-decent chord sequence. I can just about steal someone else's chord sequence, but even then I can't sing a new melody over it. It was great to hear The Boys Are Back In Town regurgitated from my own brain but without the inherent joy and lyrical greatness of the original.
I have no music in my head. I cannot create it from scratch. Even if I could, I couldn't play it because I can't play the fucking guitar unless you're happy to hear Am D G arpeggiated over and over again. I might manage a Bm if you're very nice.
So why the fuck do I continue with the illusion that I could ever rule the world? I can't do it at all, let alone well. Has everyone just been humouring me, waiting for me to give it up on my own? Because that was never going to happen. I was meant to do this, wasn't I?
But how can I, when there's no music in my fucking soul? I think it must always been like this- I had to steal one of George Harrison's obscurer melodies to kick start something at school. Everyone said it was dead catchy. Course it was- it was written by a genius.
I'm a fucking fraud, it turns out. I'm no more a musician than Jessica Simpson is a musician.
Right, I'm ready to die.
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Date: 2006-04-04 02:57 (UTC)Dear Clare. You know, I think of music like that old saying, "Many are called, but few are chosen. I think to want to be a musician and make a living at it (never mind become famous or whatever) is fraught with peril, emotionally and mentally (and forget about the physical peril, I know you wouldn't succumb to that). There are plenty of musicians who make their living playing in cover bands or as session players at studios. What that means is that they're technically okay but they aren't particularly original. So no, they're not brilliant musicians. Would it be that hard for you NOT to be a brilliant musician? Because even people who aren't brilliant can make some money at it, though they might have to keep their day jobs.