There are a lot of times where I'll hear a song — often far outside of the "guy with a guitar" genre — and just know that I have a "way in": that I can do a cover version in "my style" (whatever that is). But even more often, even a fairly straightforward song seems out of reach.
"There is no try; only do." — Yoda
What I've found is that so much is possible if we just forget what is "impossible" and do it.
I love it.
That was going to be the entirety of my post — sort of a glib attempt at humour, while acknowledging this important fact. I guess It's a defense mechanism.
Declaring one's feelings is always incredibly risky. Talking about something intimate like that either results in affirmation, apathy, or rejection. Two out of three of those are very undesirable. Apathy may as well be rejection. Anyway, what am I talking about, music or relationships? They're one in the same.
Music is a virus.
Tonight something incredible happened: I inspired someone. It never really occurred to me that such a thing could be possible.