brilliance and envy
i had my first guitar lesson with my roommate last night. after a while, my poor fingertips couldn't take any more pressure, so in an effort to direct the attention away from me, i asked him to play something that he wrote. it was amazing. he is an incredible musician with a gripping vision. i've heard him play here and there and i knew he was good, but this performance was electrifying. people must hear him. must. the story and the song still linger this morning.
i wish i could inspire similar impressions.
i wish i could inspire similar impressions.

4 Comments:
You can; you just have to decide if you *really* want calluses on your fingertips.
i do! i do!
sometimes you do...
for example, three weeks later, i still find myself replaying that erotic dream i had about you, over and over in my mind...to quote you..."it was amazing...i knew [you] were good, but this performance was electrifying."
maybe you should see an oneirologist...
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