music and musicians

I've neglected my blog for awhile now. "Money ain't a thing, but being broke is a B."- Definite.

Last night reminded me of who I am and what makes me happy. I went to a showcase that wasn't exactly one of the best (I'm putting this mildy), but I enjoyed just being there because I was surrounded by people who write their own music, make their own lyrics, and have their own stage presence...some had better presence than other.  Thing is, each person was out there doing their thing, producing something creative and letting it be known to the world.  As I sat in the artsy-fartsy outdoor patio of the "bohemian shindig," I watched the artificial light casting a yellow glow on the performers and wondered what it would be like to feel adrenaline pulsating through my veins and the sea of emotional angst as I took the stage. Musicians cross a powerful and fragile line.  The vulnerability of exposing your inner thoughts to the world, the vulnerability of commanding a stage where people are more ready to criticize than praise--the power in possessing that stage, the power in owning every chord progression and lyric, the power of swaying a crowd into the mood and ambiance of the song.   Yes, I fantasized a little about what that would be like, I have since I fell in love with music at a young age. I find myself trying to be surrounded by these type of people.  I'm a lover of music, and I appreciate the craft as well. On the way back home, a  friend showed us his new music.  And then proceeded to rap out the lyrics. I knew at that moment that is exactly where I was supposed to be, and I hoped that I never ceased to be surrounded by such a thing.