Friday, May 6, 2011
I'm lucky to have dance as an ally. Can't think of a more useful (because it's useless) talent. I can't think of a more general, catholic activity that I can make specific and still be universal.
But all I want to do is play guitar, that other utterly generic activity made earthshatteringly specific by common blokes. I'm reading Keith Richard's autobiography. About the early days, listening to blues records and imitating:
"Our job at that time was idealistic. We were unpaid promoters for Chicago blues. It was terribly shining shields and everything like that. And monastic, intense study, for me at least. Everything from when you woke up to when you went to sleep was dedicated to learning, listening, and trying to find some money - a division of labor...Benedictines had nothing on us."
He was looking for the sounds he wanted to play. I've been thinking more about imitation as a way to learn. It seems to be a more accepted model in music-learning than in all this contemporary dance-learning. I envy it. I want it. I'm exhausted of being myself. Please let me be like someone else.
When really, you can't not lay down your own tracks, eventually, if you continue to move through a craft. So you might as well start riding the rails of what you love, what attracts you. You've got to be made to do something to train. I'll start with my devotions. I think I'll disappear into Bob Dylan for awhile, then maybe Keith. Their canonizations are well under way.