Weekly jam going well. Great fellowship, etc. A member apologized for a mistake. I recon he was the only one who heard it. I said, "No problem. Everyone knows how it goes, so we don't hear the mistakes." Another said to me, "therein lies the problem." I replied, "That's the reason my recordings are so bad." I'm essentially still the biggest fool because I still record myself and listen back. I must love that sickening feeling listening to one's self. Why beat myself up? I've been preaching this and not taking my own medicine.
It answered a question. I was watching a YT live stream of a barn jam. One out of eight or nine could sing on key, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter because everyone imagined and heard what they wanted. Everyone was having a wonderful time! Why not? God bless 'em. God bless us all.
That enormous difference between big stars and home-spun folk musicians.
Older Musician response to the zeitgeist (assuming amateur):
"Sorry, but I'm XX-years old. At this point, I've about topped out my goals. I've mastered my profession, got a few accolades at it, and also done pretty good at my side gig--farming, etc. Put in a lot of time at my music hobby, and I'm pleased of the outcome, and I have fun."
So, to critics: as they say in the country: "You cain't tell me nothing."
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Originally posted by Flat_the_3rd_n7thOlder Musician response to the zeitgeist (assuming amateur):
"Sorry, but I'm XX-years old. At this point, I've about topped out my goals. I've mastered my profession, got a few accolades at it, and also done pretty good at my side gig--farming, etc. Put in a lot of time at my music hobby, and I'm pleased of the outcome, and I have fun."
So, to critics: as they say in the country: "You cain't tell me nothing."
It may or may not be as you say. I was finding it interesting there are two truths. Another truth: I may be the last one to know.
I'm afraid my psyche is too simple to pontificate much on zen-ith truths. I'm simply a redneck. To me, things are either on or off. It's how I was raised, and it'll never change. Though I believe I may have posted this before, it's one of my fondest, and a verse I intend to have chiseled on my stone. Thought I'd just share some Alexander Pope here...
Ode on Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
You know, I think our society at this time has gotten into so much picking at the minute details, blurring the liines, deconstruction if you will (will you? lol...I always hated that expression, but here I go using it.). I mean, nobody has any clear definitions to apply to our mundane lives...we don't know what's good or bad or what's legal or illegal or what's legit or AI or even if each other could be robots...lol...ok not that far yet. Seems we've entered the age of unkowning, with the inability kick in an element of mutally agreed common sense. Yes, I feel I am on topic here, just sort of seeing a trend our current age may have gotten our mindsets into. It affects our music and jam sessions too, ya know.
Peggy, You mention "Common sense" or as my Dad used to say "Common Horse Sense." I think the whole world has lost what we used to call common sense. If we still had common sense would the world be so confused today about things that are just "Common sense?"
