Nice to see an old fart like Paolo still being able to sing...although it seemed to be quite an effort...would he really like it or just play for the money...
Art realised that musicians are not known for great financial planning...like artists by the way...and so they ended up without a 'pension' performing until they are old fossils
More than the singing actually Art liked the guys in the band..especially on the different guitars
Somehow this very quick guitar string-magic had really touched Art...the way it gets you all active and wanting to dance and make weird sounds to the music.
So Art Burshy came home all inspired; he wanted to play guitar too.
And well, his daughter played some guitar and his son played drums...so why would it be impossible for the father to play an instrument?
Completely inspired Art went out to buy a guitar...and he came back with a beauty...nice wooden guitar with warm sound...
Art realised he was acting like a stereotype man, as what he was doing here was similar to what he had read recently:
women shop more often - but small amounts, while men shop less frequent but when they buy, they buy expensive gadgets.
Art locked himself in his atelier and looked up guitar lessons on youtube.
He found 705.000 hits...so where to begin?
For beginners...yes...
But starting with the real basics or maybe playing-a-song-with-two-chords...?
He tried both
The basics were boring and you felt you would never ever come to a real song.
The chords seemed easier but it required him to watch timing, strings, hands and video at the same time...
His son had heard Art play and came in...and with his dry humour suggested Art should maybe try air guitar.
Not really what Art was waiting for; a son making fun while he was seriously struggling to learn...
He wondered:
- how is it that children learn these things so quickly?
- would he ever be able to master it?
- why was he actually trying? Only for himself? Or maybe also a bit to show off...?
- if he would fail, would he project his failure on his children...like so many people project failed ambitions on their kids by pushing them into sports in a very competitive way...?
Well, Art Burshy tried and tried improving his guitar skills, focusing on movement of his hands and fingers...
The phone rang...and Art snapped out of it...
while walking to the phone slowly he reconnected with reality...
Art h\always had this ability to escape into his bubble, relaxing by pushing away everyday shit and issues.
It was already dark outside...had he been playing for that long?
It was his wife on the phone... 'had we not agreed to meet at the cinema 15 minutes ago...?'
Hardly ever they went to the movies, and now he had screwed up...big time...
Art's eyes were wide open now and his body was filling itself with adrenaline, while he held back the worst curse words...Damn...Sh*t...he had completely lost track of time.
He changed clothes rapidly, put on his shoes and was about to run off...
Just before leaving he took his guitar, held it in his hands for some time as if he was watching an extraterrestrial device...he walked up to the room of his daughter and knocked...she opened
"Dear, I bought this for myself, but maybe it's better that I give it to you..."
His daughter was speechless..such an unexpected act of kindness from her father...but before she could react Art had ran off.
When running down the stairs a most terrible thought or rather insight ran into his mind:
"F*ck...my life is too short to follow all my dreams!"
