Pay yer Guitar Now.

Yesterday I played my guitar. I dragged my amp out of the garage, and my dusty guitar out of the closet, and I hammered on it with my blocky hands with the amp on 10 with the intent of pissing off the neighbors. They didn't complain so I failed in that regard, but I did something that I hadn't done in a long time, I had fun. I used to play guitar all the time, in fact, I was obsessed with it. Then somewhere along the line I just stopped playing. I felt too old and was always busy with business affairs and money worries. I was crusty inside. Stiff and hard and tired. Not a good thing. I had forgotten how important it is to do things you love. I think that people who are always pissed off, worn out, and fed up haven't done what they love in a long time. In some cases since they were kids. But sometimes it works in reverse. I was painting the other day and nothing was working and every stroke I put on the page was crap. In frustration I gave up and symbolically put all my paints away. I sat on the porch and though about it. Had I forgotten how to have fun when I paint? I was trying to paint for everyone else except myself. Trying to satisfy the gallery and everyone else was killing me. So I stopped. Once again no fun equals a crusty, unhappy Larry.

My mother told me about a friend who has terminal cancer. He is my age. As you know time goes fast and you never know what's going to happen. Do what you've always wanted to do now. I'll tell you a secret, no matter how much money you have it will always be a problem. The definition of money is problems. Go to Italy, eat ice cream, write a novel or whatever. Just do it.

So go play yer guitar–now.
The photo above is me playing my guitar (on the left, and looking silly) in 1993.
Luck for you there are no photos of me playing guitar now. (and there won't be)
till next time....

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