You’ve dreamed, waited, wanted and hoped. All of a sudden – its time – its your turn. Then it all seems anti climactic.
For years I’ve been wanting to “find my own voice” both musically and photographically speaking. Think I already had “it” with my photography, but not musically. Until this week. This time, its not anti climactic because there is no end – no prize – this will continue to unfold and evolve.
I’m writing instrumentals I call “Grunge Lounge” music – only because I slowed the beat down and I play crunchy guitar. Adding the cello as bass has been fantastic.
As I was doing this – just like trying to be Henri Cartier-Bresson when I was in my 20’s (and not even seeing that I was actually developing my own style and vision), after playing guitar for several years in the 80’s and now the last three years – I am finding my own musical style.
The lightbulb went off yesterday when I realized I want to evoke a mood or emotion. I no longer want to be just like R.E.M. or some punk band or whatever.
I’m ready to be myself.