2019 was a tough year, lots of changes, transitions, everything..
Towards the end I felt myself becoming more and more detached musically speaking, and saw the shift coming in the industry, where people myself would no longer really be able to thrive doing what we do anymore. As bleak as that sounds, it’s simply the nature of the creative world. People who cultivated their sound and style and experienced success in the 70’s quickly found themselves no longer relevant in 80’s, and as the rule of thumb goes, no one is an exception to the rule, except for the exceptional (which I am not).
I decided to take him off, to heal and to deal with these new emotions and feelings, rather than escape and bury them, as I would normally do. I discovered new and fun hobbies, including Acrylic Pouring / Liquid Art, a very expensive and waseful, but therapeutic past time. Like most people during 2020, around February / March, I got a very severe Flu, which was strange because I never get sick, and at the most it’s a mild cold that is gone in 2-3 days.
Covid. What a strange thing to ever imagine becoming a reality. If you enjoy bad Sci-Fi movies, and have seen the cult classic “Escape from L.A”, you can imagine just how weird the whole pandemic was.
Fortunately, I was prepared for the solitude and time indoors, and thrived doing what I do best.
The year however was not easy, and there were many losses along the way, good friends and their families, struggles, financial ruin, but somehow I was mostly unharmed by it all.
The first time I got Covid it didn’t seem to do any long term damage, even the second time in October didn’t phase me much, beyond affecting my overall fitness and energy. However in 2022, Omnicron really did a number on me.
I suffered from Long covid symptoms, severe vertigo, loss of smell and taste, cloudiness, memory issues, and finally cognitive and motor skill “errors”. Musically speaking I was devastated: my co-ordination and able to flow on the guitar was completely disrupted, I found myself playing wrong notes, losing my sense of tempo, and not even able to comprehend harmonically what I was interpreting as I played anymore.
so, rather than become a shadow of my former self, I hung it up, until the day would come where I could play the instrument and sound like myself again.
its 2025, and that day still hasn’t come, and my Guitars are gathering dust in the corner..