Went to Armuchee (BTW, pronounced Ar-mur-chee) for a Memorial Day Bluegrass festival. Camped and jammed for two nights. I packed up tired and a little down, thinking about how good I should be playing--compared to the folks I jammed with. Got home and let the Dobro sit a day. Opened it up yesterday and felt all excited about how good I could be playing if I keep at it.
Bluegrass just keeps teaching me about a lot more than music. We shackle ourselves with expectations and drag them around with us like Jacob Marley's chains. It's good to aspire to be better, just don't forget to enjoy where you are in the moment.
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on “Lesson Learned at Armuchee”
smokehousejay Says:
Thursday, July 21, 2011 @7:12:30 AM
I like this. I was playing last night and felt like I was playing the "same old licks". You just made me realize that I worked hard to learn those licks; maybe I should just enjoy playing them for a while. Thanks.
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