for a long time - actually a short time - but for a long time, i had decided that it was appropriate to name my guitar, the way men name their penises. i figured, if they can name their significant appendage, so can i.
so i named her jenny - simple 'ol white girl jenny. the kind of jenny that forrest gump falls in love with, minus the crack and southern accent, which would have technically make her "jinny." anyway, there's no way that a musical instrument could be anything less than a female, unless it's a recorder, which doesn't fall into a gendered category. so sorry. but music, and anything that makes it, feels innately feminine. like men who sing. actually, no. that's kind of hot. i digress.
the point is, in light of all my recent musical revelations, i have realized how much i miss jenny. i've been writing songs like a maniac but i have nothing to pick up and just play... even though i suck.
so i've asked a friend at school if i could maybe borrow his guitar. apparently, i can't unless i come over, get drunk over a few beers, and play music. this is, given my fear of playing in public, highly unlikely. *sigh* i guess i'll just keep writing and singing in my room.
oh jenny, i miss you.
2 comments:
i'm having the same problem, but with writing and fibers stuff instead of music
i think that focusing so in-depthly upon any one field of research or school or whathaveyou inevitably leads to the need for other outlets
like the way that grad school, despite all the work i have, is making me do way more in the way of writing, drawing, thinking of weaving projects, even philosophy, etc
it's like, there's all this pressure to exist in only one world or area of thought, so the brain rebels
because it knows what it needs
it needs variety
or something beyond one identity
I'm trying to remember if I ever named my penis... I don't think so.
Miss you, kiddo... And just remember, this hell will be over soon... ish.
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