finding the mojo (again and again)

It sucks to be a good guitar player.

There, I said it.

If I was painfully average, I would be happy with writing simple stuff. Nothing wrong with that, but even when I think something sounds simple in my hands, it's not. 

Too much passion can break a heart.

I lost the passion for two years due to the failure of my last cd as well as being treated like garbage in the studio. 

There, I said that too.

Recently, I had a chat with an author-friend who always seems to enlighten me with her sage advice and wisdom. I am serious here. She's awesome to talk to. She sees things a lot deeper than myself (and I'm a pretty aware person). She told me that what I do is art. Yes, you read that right. I've heard that before but never paid any mind to it. 

Now I do.

Don't get me wrong, I obviously love headbanging heavy metal and hardcore/punk as much as the next person. But I also listen to progressive music (the real stuff), jazz, and some classical. My goal was to be a well-rounded guitarist/writer, and never feel stuck in a particular box.

But that's what people expect, right?

I refuse to be pigeonholed. This is why the last cd bombed. People sensed that I wasn't too thrilled with it, so sales dropped. I blame myself for that. I can't fake things like "THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER DONE" and take peoples' money. No way. I simply don't care for that album. I won't even say the name of it.

Am I working on new stuff?

Stay tuned...