I'm Done (part two)

Music is my passion. A piece of me is lost without it. I’m not that good in terms of technicalities or to be tagged as a master in this craft, but, I can tell if a person had a high-caliber skill or a beginner with a natural-born-talent. I don’t need to watch him/her play instruments or sing a song, my heart can tell. Maybe it’s just natural for someone to feel that way if he’s/she’s been playing music for more than 15 years. I should have followed my heart when I was planning to enroll in Conservatory of Music instead of listening to my Mom discouraging me to take that course. If only I have spend more time with music and with proper learning process I could have become a better musician than what I am now.

Leaving me no choice, I left my band and focused in my profession. But, I was still hunted by my obsession. I organized a club and named it Musicians Guild. At first I was too excited having gigs, performing on stage, and helping them develop their skills. I was pleased hearing good feedbacks from audiences when being invited to play in some occasions and gatherings. During our 2^nd year I told myself that maybe it is time for them to play without me and to perform on their own. It was a success. They somehow became “famous” inside the campus.

But that was just temporary. Attitude problem came out on other members; they were not following my advice anymore. Others are secretly practicing just to avoid me in criticizing them, but what I’m doing is for their own good. We already have exerted too much effort on this organization and just one simple mistake would lead to humiliation. I don’t want that to happen, but it did.

I tried to revive the reputation of the organization and somehow it worked out well but still some problems occurred on the other members. I thought that they’ve learned their lessons and thinking that they would shift to the next level in music rather than playing songs that are overplayed in FM stations (especially that “C” band from “C” City). Well, I can’t blame them for their choices of songs; we have limited resources here in our town. But, I was expecting that after putting up this organization and seeing me playing Heavy Metal/Jazz/Latin music somebody would approach me asking about chord progression or simple scale application rather than asking me chords of those emo songs (WTF? You can actually identify how-many/what chords they are using just by listening). As I’ve said, I don’t know that much but I’m willing to share. I gave them instructional materials but they ignored them.

I’m tired. I already earned respect from some fine musicians that I’ve met and I don’t want this to reflect in my reputation. After posting this in my blog, I am officially stepping down as the adviser and co-founder of this organization, leaving them to my co-teacher who is also interested to join the organization.

I did my best but maybe my best wasn’t good enough for them.

I’m done…

Musicians Guild (part one)

She's finally mine...

It was last year when I first saw her… she has this aura that makes me want to come closer as though she was calling me. I was a bit hesitant to move towards her because there were already some guys who are flirting with her. I was jealous, I want to grab and move her away from those idiots because I know that, I am far more better than those trying-hard wannabes but, I just keep silent, stare at her and listen to their conversation. Damn, how I’d long to hold her in my arms even just for a minute or just listen to a single note of her Spanish accent. But these morons don’t have plans of leaving her alone. I was totally pissed off and went home, I can’t get her off of my head, day and night I think of her, I was charmed by her beauty.

Few weeks have passed, I went back. Lucky me, she was alone and at this time I did not hesitate to go to her and hold her. We spent almost three hours of talking and holding each other but this is just a passing pleasure and passion, I can’t take this anymore, I must have her, I’ve got to tell "wifey" about this and face the consequence or else somebody will get ahead of me.

Again, I went home and honestly open up with "wifey" about her. At first she cried out and reminded me of everything we’ve planned, but I explained about what I’ve felt and my obsession towards her. Their was silence, she look at me in the eye and nodded, "wifey" finally agreed, I kissed her as though it was our first time. So, we went back together. At last, she’s finally mine. My first cx-40 Yamaha acoustic nylon guitar.