Tag: music

Last night, I sat down at the digital piano I bought a few years ago when I was inspired on a whim to finally learn how to play. I sat down and it felt, it felt right, to put my fingers on those keys. It felt better to find two chords that worked back and forth, and to find lyrics, just five lines, that fit with the the sound. The notes. Or at least I think they did.

I realized that music is really the only way to express myself the way I need to — songwriting, that is. Music and words, together.

The feeling of piano chords and voice aligning together is, well, it’s the best feeling in the world. Last night, I spent 4 hours going back and forth between two chords and singing the same five lines over and over. And, I’ve never been happier.

I imagine what it must feel like to “speak” the language of piano, and to be able to just sit down and make music that works, flowing from one chord/note to the next. I wonder if I can ever get there. I’ve come to the realization that singing will never be my thing, but I can write. I can write music for other people to sing.

The whole rebel thing (see my last post) re: how I’ll only be motivated to do things that align to my identity got me to thinking — who the hell am I?

People may think I’m a writer, or an artist, or a marketer but–who am I really? I’m a musician. Writing, at least my writing, is about rhythm and the musical texture of words. If I had a few extra seconds of free time, I’d be singing. And, giving myself the permission to be a musician also frees me to explore what’s been my lifelong passion, for me, and no one else.

If I ever get an entire song together, I’ll one day share it with you all. It’s nothing special, but it’s all mine.