I’ve been feeling overwhelming surges of creativity. It’s awesome, in a way. But it’s frustrating because I’m too inundated with noise. The realization I’m wasting valuable inspiration made me panic, which wasn’t helpful. So I’m taking drastic measures to get myself right as fast as possible. I’ve fasted today except for water and a handful of pistachios. (I have Graves Disease, so I allow tiny amounts of fat and protein, and pistachios are perfect.) Feeling hungry is the only way I know how to grab hold of inspiration when my head is too loud.
Earlier, I went online to look for a portable amp for my bass. Unfortunately, I was immediately distracted by fabulous, shiny, expensive guitars (I have no business even wishing for at my current skill level.) Tangent: I’m almost positive there’s an unwritten rule regarding instruments. The finest ones belong to the most skilled players. It’s like a musicians creed or something. If you step up to play, and your instrument is so beautiful, every artist in the vicinity gasps, you’d better bring it. I’ve not actually witnessed an instrument being confiscated by a better musician, but I suspect it’s happened.
I’ve had a recurring dream in which I acquired a Stradivarius violin. I carried it with me everywhere because I wanted to hear how it sounded in various environs. Then I ran into another violinist who admired the Stradivarius and asked if he could play it. I always say yes, and he plays it so beautifully I begin weeping. It ends there, but I awaken with the heaviness of loss each time. I cry because I’ve never heard anyone play so well, and also because everything within me knows it’s his violin. /Tangent
So anyway, I didn’t find an amp. I guess I don’t need one. 😂 I have no idea how much time I spent drooling over $15k+ guitars, but it was fun. I’m glad to know they exist. Then I practiced my drums, guitar, and bass. I’ve discovered I have to slow down on building endurance with my drums. When I get tired, I get sloppy. When I get sloppy, I get blisters. So I practice for an hour, then move on to the next instrument. I practiced on my acoustic guitar for a while, then my bass for about 20 minutes.
I’ll practice it longer when I learn some music. For now, I just do scales, a few riffs, and done. I decided on using my index finger first but ended up using my middle finger because it felt more natural. It resonates so much it made me start feeling a bit numb. I love the deep sound. I’ll be glad when I can play faster. The riffs in my head need me to hurry up and improve my skill.
I’m going to stretch outside after my run in the morning. Here’s something you might not know: Literally touching the ground with your bare feet can help silence the noise in your head. Not cement, I mean grass or dirt or sand. You’re welcome, says Ms. Literal. 😂 I’ve never been in the ocean, (and have no plans of ever doing such a thing. Release the Kraken.) However, I think it’s an even more powerful means of accomplishing the same thing. The best part is you don’t have to get in. You can watch the waves, or listen to them, and smell the ocean air.
The Badlands (and other former seas) work especially well, too. I spent a lot of time as a teenager laying on the purple ground looking up at the pink and orange rock formations. I didn’t understand why it called to me at the time. I just knew it was the only place I’d found where I could experience peace. I have a shitload of poems about The Badlands from that time. They’re funny to read sometimes because I don’t remember ever being so deep. I was so emo. 😂 Oh yeah! A full moon is also a powerful means, (but you have to actually go outside.)
I can’t even tell if I’m inspired to paint, or compose, or what. It’s like having an itch I can’t scratch. But I need to stop focusing on the problem and get back to fixing it. I’m off to meditate. Stay hungry, my friends.