I remember walking into my first guitar shop and picking out an electric. I wanted to rock out. The owner then looks at me and says.."Have fun with that now, but your heart is in the classical guitar" I never believed him until 6 years later. At this point in my life I hadn't picked up a guitar in 6 years, I was booking for a club here in Jacksonville, FL, and was pretty good at it. One of the acts I was trying to book ensured me a show with him on one condition, I would play 3 songs after his set.
I accepted the challenge and have been playing shows ever since. Most of my songs are based on break ups and depressing moments, which isn't what my life is all about. However, we cannot choose our inspiration, and when it happens, you do exactly what it tells you to do. There was a point in my life, recently, where I wanted to quit. I was wasting my time on a dream that didn't seem within my reach.
And then I played my "last show". It was at Jack Rabbits, and I was opening up for Juliana Hatfield. After my set, a girl came up to me in tears, applauding my performance, and then a few more after that. The words these girls/guys said to me made me come to a conclusion.
I'm not supposed to be doing this for myself. So I'm not. I want to write a song for someone, like Elliot Smith wrote "Needle in the Hay" for me. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to.
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