I had a dream last night that I was playing my guitar and in the middle of a song, I got frustrated and bored and bent a note so hard that I broke the neck of the guitar.
Snapped it.
Cracked it right at the 12th fret.
Right after it happened, I felt bad... remorseful. But I also knew deep down that I didn't care if it happened. I knew that my carelessness might break it. In fact, I kind of hoped it was going to happen. Maybe I even did it on purpose.
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The last scene of the dream was me sitting on a couch, cradling my broken-necked guitar gingerly in my hands, looking down, wondering if it was possible to fix what I'd done.
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I think this must be about my deep ambivalence regarding music right now. Or something.
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