Day Two: Here’s this ugly first draft of my playing Pat Benatar from March. A big thing I am trying to do with this music thing is escape perfectionism. Or defeat it. Whatever. I’ve come to recognize perfectionism as a particularly detrimental form of conditional love. It’s insidious; it promises that it is motivating and will make you ever so much better. I want to play and live in freedom. I want a humility— a willingness to acknowledge my true ability or lack thereof— instead of the vagaries of perfectionism which say, “I promise to come out of hiding when I’m better.” I’m clearly not perfect. I guess that’ll just have to be okay. So here’s to awkward first drafts, videos where I dislike my face, me putting everything in G, and using capos to get what I want.
