The Calling

Some people hear it, others may never heed its word, still fewer will answer it properly. I do believe that many, if not every, persons on the earth have a specific purpose to their existence. No, I'm not going to get religious because while everyone should be able and willing to believe what they want, I think that crap is all a bunch of hooey. That being said, we all have a calling in life, and finding it should take some priority.

I have been listening to a lot of Acid Bath and Miles Davis lately. There have been many times where I think "I wish I could create music like this," but now I try to remind myself that no, that is not what I am supposed to do. Oh sure, I play around with heavy riffs and still maintain my role in a jazz fusion group, but I'm never going to write a song like Venus Blue or create the next Bitches Brew. However, I can and will be a solid bassist for anyone who is a great songwriter, all while creating odd ambient/noise tracks here and there when time/inspiration allows. It is what I am designed for, and denying that will lead to the fulfillment of yet another of life's self-defeating prophecies. Thankfully my latest endeavour is allowing me to explore both sides of those immediate creative desires, what with me playing along to the songs and adding my form of ambient nonsense for between-tune delights.

Another calling is writing, but over the last 2.5 years of bringing a little focus to that direction of my persona I have discovered that, with regard to the very thing I first began this god damn sentence with, I have absolutely HORRID organizational skills with such things. Oh sure, if someone offered me a writing gig at Rolling Stone I would quite happily go back to my hobbyist ways concerning music, but that isn't likely to happen until I get my shit together instead of continually blathering about the awfully boring (boringly awful?) economy for reasons I still have yet to determine. Seriously, knock that shit off, will ya?

Failing the whole music thing, I'll go and get my Class A driver's license, because as anyone who knows me well will attest, I can drive for 12 hours straight throughout the country whenever necessary. Another calling that would, at the very least, give me enough time to catch up on my CD collection.