So I have been trying to find ways to release my creative energy and I have come to realize that the one that I thought was a good one, isn't really.
I had thought, and it may have been true in the past, that music was my release. I have come to realize that I am really not that creative when I play music. I used to play drums a lot. I got many of my aggressions out and came up with some good beats, but technically it isn't music, it is more rhythm.
I have been teaching myself the piano and I am not very good. Sure I can play a short bit of some songs that I like, but I am not very creative when it comes to making my own stuff. It could be that I am not familiar enough with the instrument to do it right but I am not really that motivated it seems.
I also learned to play the recorder and the tin whistle (some). I enjoying playing it, but I am a smoker so wind instruments aren't really my thing either. I can make stuff up and it kinda sounds ok but not really music per se.
Anyway, my real releases are my poetry, good and bad ones, and dancing. I am able to just release myself into the beat and just go to town.
Don't get me wrong, I totally love music but I think because I hardly ever listened to music until I was in 8th grade I never got the firm foundation of music and melodies that many others have.
And the other thing is, I don't really pay attention to the performers of the music that much. I know the names of band members of bands I really really like. Otherwise whenever my friends are talking about songs or names of bands or band members, I am pretty clueless.
Ah well, guess I am not really meant for music. I am more of a harmonizer than a lead by far. Maybe I should get drums again...
I have music in my soul, and that's pretty much where it's going to stay.
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story of my life, gobs of creativity, no outlet. and it's not how good you are but how good you feel doing it. you could be the best in the world & if you didn't like it it wouldn't be a creative outlet
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