The music makers

July 20, 2008

We went and saw our friend’s band play today.  They’re good players and performers, but the way things worked out, they’re weekend warriors rather than full-time musicians.  I wonder how often they wish things had worked out differently.

Music is the stuff of dreams.  I never wanted to be in a band when I was a kid.  Seriously, my goals involved growing up to be some sort of corporate success.  It was kind of horrible for my mom, I think — she was a flower child that begrudgingly drifted into office work because the extra money made things easier, and because in the end, that’s what grown-ups just did.  She drifted back out because the way it made things easier wasn’t really all that easy.

Selling out wasn’t a dream, though, it was a goal.  Being the CEO of a monolithic company seemed to be perfectly attainable; some days it still seems possible if I could learn to be more outgoing, more selfish, and more full of shit.  While I had detailed plans for a dream bedroom in a dream house in a dream life for right then, I don’t think I had any dreams for the future.  I don’t remember ever thinking that maybe someday I could be an astronaut or a movie star.  I was far too clumsy and asthmatic to have any professional sports aspirations.  The actual possibilities of my life seemed good enough.

I have flights of fancy now, of course.  Escapism becomes necessary when that universe of possibilities shrinks.  I have some pretty ordinary big dreams:  of traveling regularly and eating kind of like Anthony Bourdain did on A Cooks Tour.  I dream of being a better photographer and writer.  I dream of being coherent and eloquent enough to come up with a good book.  I dream of working on a screenplay and maybe directing it.

With maybe one foot on the top rung of the ladder of reality, things get more prosaic.  I have some sort of obsession about going to graduate school to prove to myself I’m as smart as my friends that went.  I regularly wish for the money fairy to show up so I can afford a house here and a cushion to provide for my mom as she gets older.  I dream of finding more motivation so I can use the skills I do have to change the world, even just a little.  I dream of getting over myself so that last thing is no longer a dream.

And every now and then, I dream of being able to play the piano and having people cheer for me.

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