Our Own Music
suffering
record players
broken guitar strings
a piece of song stuck in my head
whistling
listening
memory
an old electric guitar
kids running in circles
house concert
a new song
butter melting in the pan
carried away
love volume
unfinished
I did this drawing a few months ago and I don't really know what it is about. I make music as a way to let my soul breath. I love live music and I am inspired by the good things I here. I am particularly interested in people who are making music that lifts me up into a place of beauty and where life begins to make sense again. I have noticed that when some beautiful piece of music is playing and Brenda and I are in an embrace the feeling of love is amplified like a knob some where on my heart has been turned up. What is this?
We need professional musicians but even more we need to be making our own music in our homes and the homes of our friends. Help us keep our homes alive with our own music not done to get paid or to make some kind of splash in the "music world" but just to make a little more space for our hearts to grow. I believe that there is a home grown music movement that is wanting to happen. Music made in our living rooms, dinning rooms and bedrooms and garages. Music made by people who do not have managers and record contracts. Music made by people who previously didn't know they could sing. Let us let that music out.
