To The Daydreamer
I have been infatuated with music all of my life, dreaming that one day, I'd be able to play guitar and sing and write songs, but never daring to believe it would actually happen. I wanted instant gratification and I wasn't willing to put forth the effort into learning any of these skills. I've written poems and song lyrics since I was a little kid, my dad tried to teach me some guitar, but I lacked the patience so my dream slowly became a pipe dream. I went through school, got terrible grades and couldn't bring myself to be interested in much of anything, because nothing seemed relevant to me. It wasn't until ninth grade that I signed up for choir and discovered something crazy; I could actually sing. All of those years I'd spent just writing song lyrics, knowing that I'd never have musical talent, were because I'd never tried. So my next year in tenth grade, I decided that I'd give guitar another try, so I signed up for guitar one, it was half year course that started in the third semester. My dreams of picking up a guitar and magically being able to play it, however, were misinformed. Again, I was stuck with this alien, piece of wood and no idea how to unlock it's secrets, let alone form a decent chord. So with the exception of a few chords that I didn't really get and a lack of interest on my part, I faked my way through the course, once again thinking I'd never transpose the music that I heard in my head and make it come out of this instrument. But that summer, something amazing happened. I remember very vividly, I was sitting by the river alone holding my guitar just screwing around with it, trying to see what sounds would result from different positions, when I played a power chord. It seems laughable now to think of power fifths as anything remotely conducive to musical creativity, but that's what made it click for me. We were taught a couple of open position chords, and with my experimental power chord, I finally realized that I had a whole neck to work with, a new world of octaves, voicings and harmonics. I was no longer confined to a G chord a D chord and a C chord, I was free. I spent that summer figuring things out on my own, a power chord wasn't something I'd been taught, it was something I'd figured out, I didn't know the theory behind roots and fifths, but I could feel when it was right, I just knew it. I had this message that I had to give to people, these words that I had to sing, I found purpose in my life, because my dreams were coming true. It took me about a year to finish a song though, I just couldn't be happy with what I was writing, what at first seemed inspired, turned bland and pointless. Then I found heartbreak and in it, my muse. All the pain that I'd endured was for the sake of helping other people, I could be the voice of their suffering and the catalyst for their happiness, ever since then I've been writing like crazy, writing about my 'prince charming' or 'soul mate' this boy that I've never met and the people that I've hurt and been hurt by thinking that they were him. Just hoping that someday I'll meet my dream guy that makes music with me, because that's my true dream.