The Labor Is The Reward

Yeah, you got that right. It is the love of music which sustains me. The love of the people, the process and the execution. What God given talents I have been blessed with have only been the starting point; a flame that kindled. Continually feeding that fire is the process. More accomplishment, greater love, more desire for accomplishment; and the wheel turns.

What is wealth when all is said and done? What is accomplishment? That is for each one of us to decide.

I believe the money thing relates to our physical well being, with out it we don’t eat, Baby.

The accomplishment thing relates to my mental well being; when things aren’t in motion I start to vibrate.

Amen and Amen.

When I was seven I failed as a pianist. I now blame that on my instructor because kids need to be able to be kids, and he was a kid too. He was forced by his mother to teach me, and being seventeen, he had better things to do on Saturday mornings than teach the brat next door how to play piano. He hated teaching and I absorbed the hate.

I still fiddle with the piano.

Then at twelve my mates wanted to be drummers. Television taught me that girls really dig musicians. There you have it. Guilty of creating the affectations of my environment. The lessons began.

Let the humiliations continue.

By the way, the women did not care about me being a musician till I was in my twenties. Then they cared, greatly.

But that’s another story.

Till this day, all I want to be is better at my craft. The more accomplished I become, the more passion reigns in my heart. The more passion, the more desire for attainment. More turns of the wheel.

Keep on keepin’ on.

Is there any thing we can do for you?

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