Ten to twelve years ago, I thought people who said, “music is my life!” or “I live off of music!” were crazy. Now, I can’t imagine my own life without it. I forever search for that new amazing song that send chills up my spine. Eventually the song wares off, and while it never becomes a bad song, I must go on to find a new fix.
When I spend a certain amount of time in a place where I can’t control the music playing, I find myself rushing back to my car or my computer where I can listen to what I want.
If only I could have focused and put all of my motivation towards playing my instruments instead of learning a little bit and moving on. There’s still time I suppose.