This time will be different.
This time I will not quit when it gets hard.
This time I will pay attention.
This time I will work and work and work until I get it right.
This time, I will get good enough so that I don’t have to try. So that I can translate what is happening in my head and my heart to the world. So that I can tell you I love you in lyric and melody without actually saying “I love you.”
This time, I will learn guitar. From a real teacher.
There are 100 songs I want to be able to sing and play. I want to put provocative and too-clever poems to music, ala Ani di Franco. I want to mourn for sweetness gone like Nanci Griffith. I want to rock like Rod and Gab, John and Paul, Sinead, k.d., Prince.
At least 90 percent of my past beaus have been all guitar, all the time. True talents. But you know what? You can’t learn guitar by osmosis, no matter how many bodily fluids you swap. And it’s taken me until 40licious to understand this.
When I get my throwdown song, hopefully by the end of the year, I am nominating myself for the 40licious Hall o’ Fame.