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Philj200 |
You get to a certain age and people look at you oddly when you say you play an instrument. And sometimes they back-away when you pick one up. As if it was somehow distasteful for an adult "who should know better" to waste his time or worse, their time, playing an instrument. (INSERT VERSIONS OF "Gawd, if he wants music just buy an ipod.")
I can see the words like the news crawl in Times Square on their farheads, "Get past it old man, the 60's are over."
Up their collective theirs! Who are these cableaddicts to judge someone who does, rather then simply pays and watches.
I play banjo a lot. And a bunch of other instruments. I make them. I teach them. And I've long ago figured out why: I like it. Am I yearning for the old days when I had darker hair, more of it and my hearing was better. Sure, to some degree. And so are you.
Except now, I play as well or better than I ever did. And have no ego problems with it. Their are lots of young pickers who I enjoy jamming with and listening to. The smart ones don't turn smug on me. The rest of them will walk in my shoes. If their feet are big enough. And probably fall on their faces. I may not be there to see it. But it will happen. Then I'll be smug.
Look for me at the hoot. I'll be the tall guy with the Vega LN. Easy to recognize me... I have gray hair.
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