I am a very stubborn student! It’s like I’m proud of my ignorance or something; “you can’t teach me anything!” (whined in a bratty 10-year-old voice). There have been only two situations where I’ve been able to overcome this self-limiting attitude; the first is when I have paid for college classes (I’m cheap!).
Writing has been quite a revelation to me; without it, my mind just wanders as it wishes—no discipline, no direction (“squirrel!”). Half of what I write could only be classified as the musings of a mad-man! Some of that rambling ends up in the essays I actually publish, not that anyone would notice. . . I guess you could say my writing mirrors my personality (it certainly doesn’t mirror any actual training or special skill!). This brings up the subject for this blog; with a couple of banjo shows coming up this season where I’m an actual “headliner,” I’ve been giving a lot of thought to my on-stage personality.
It amazes me how often I hear this when I mention to a new acquaintance that I play the banjo! It used to catch me off guard, leaving me struggling for something to say in that awkward moment (not exactly a good way to start off a friendship). To be totally fair, I get “oh I love the banjo!” just as often. The two extremes invariably refer to the same thing of course; Bluegrass is what they either hate or love!
How many times I have said this myself, or heard others lament. . . Well, I have reached a point in my life where it is high time to do something other than talk or complain! Let me tell you about the kids that I have decided to concentrate on—my “rose-colored glasses,” if you will—they’re not that much different than we were at that age.
One of my New Year’s Resolutions this year is More “not afraid to ask for things/assistance,” less “afraid to impose.” So why don’t I start out the banjo convention season by asking you for assistance? As you know, Capitalism works because folks buy lots of stuff they don’t need; this is what a “strong economy” means.