I played geetar and keys with groups long before I became "a singer". Communicated to my fellow players through the instrument. Now that I can't "play" for a bit, I'm struggling to find a suitable language. (he'p me! brudders and sistahs)
It's very bizarre to know that 30 seconds of chunking or plunking is the same as an hour's verbal explantation and probably more concise.
Chord progression; rhythm; melody; and hue quickly shared.
I miss "playing out", and since winter's darkness is upon us, I'll have to just sing, I guess. Now and then. (or I'll spontaneously combust)
Smothered in the spotlight's where I wanna be. Yet I get the same high circled in the living room with the candles burning low, no talk, just music. Everybody safe and sound. No distractions. Just making music.
Or playing my heart out to the soundhole and the moon. I may be at my best then. selfabsorbed thinking too much.
Listening to Rob Ickes, tonight...WOA...Baby! while the moon shimmers