Dear Diary,
For a time, Friendly used to ask me to play for him when I'd have my guitar. I felt weird about this. Most of the songs I know are songs I wrote. So, it wasn't like he would know the songs I was playing. But one day he asked me if I knew the Shania Twain song, "From This Moment." Of course I knew it. I like that song a lot. But apparently he meant, did I know how to play it on guitar. The answer to that question was "no."
Once the confusion was cleared up, he hasn't really asked me to play that song since. But then I started thinking that I do like that song. So, the other day, I found the chords and learned it. It's not a tough one at all. I was all ready to try it out for him the next time I saw him, but then I started feeling weird about that.
I like Friendly. He's really nice and fun to joke around with. But I'm not interested in him. And I thought it might be strange if I pulled this song out of nowhere. Especially since I didn't know it until he asked me to play it. Then it would appear that I went and learned it just for him. Which is not the case.
I've felt the pull of music on my sleeve lately. Wanting to dive in and recapture the feeling of what it is to perform. To either write from the heart or as Taylor says, decide to make one your own. I've never been good at that -- singing someone else's song. I've always felt like it's sacred to the original artist. You can't take that away from them. So, I've just written my own. But people would rather hear songs they know, I've found.
Anyway, I'm not really sure what I'm getting at, but I was thinking about that lately, since I've been considering my "dreams." Christian artistry has always been a part of that. Sometimes I let it slip from my memory. But I love to play. I love to perform. I really love to pour my heart out in a song.
What's tomorrow's song?
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