Monday, January 09, 2006
No flashy photoshop work this week just a straight-forward snapshot. This is me at age 5 hanging out in the backyard with my Grandfather. What I have in my hands is a jart hoop which I had pulled a part and turned into a jump rope. Remember Jarts? Now there's a safe game the whole family can enjoy.
I clearly remember this photo being taken and the hour or so previous. I had been in the house and discovered some sheet music. I remember thinking in my little 5 year old brain "I can write music. All it is is a bunch of dots on some lines." So, I got out some paper, carefully drew horizontal lines and proceeded to fill them up with notes I copied out of the book. I was so proud and wondered what kind of beautiful song I had created. I ran clutching my masterpiece to find an adult to translate my work for me. I held it up "Look, look, I wrote a song!" I don't remember who I showed it to or what they said but they didn't say what I imagined that they would. I looked at my sad little piece of scribbles and dots and knew that it wasn't really music. It was foolish for me to believe that it was. Golly, if it were that easy everyone would be doing it. I mourned the death of a musical career for maybe 30 seconds or so and picked up the Jart hoop. I decided to hang out on the table until dinner was ready. That I also remember. We were grilling out.