RIP Ikey. Two months ago, for sale I had the pleasure of connecting and hanging out with my Nephew, order Ikey Owens, healing who was 38, touring and performing with Jack White in SF. Sorrowful regrets and condolences to his mom and brothers: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/ikey-owens-keyboardist-for-mars-volta-and-jack-white-dead-at-38-20141014
A drummer (without shame) sent me a sermon:
Drummers, story apparently, need salvation and a savior.
This week marks an awareness of my inadequacies. Perhaps all musicians go through feeling as I do. It seems there is so much to learn, so much I am not accomplishing in the moment of performance, or even in daily practice.
I am aware that the little things that seemed impossible, only moments ago, will usually proceed to a better level of competency as the future becomes the present. — provided I expend time working on and confronting the failure.
Failure, it seems, must be the goal to strive for every day. The more failure and the bigger the failures, the more I have to work on and, in the course of so doing, the better I shall become. That is a difficult mind-set to maintain. My ego tells me that failure reflects on my inadequacy and value as a human being. However, there’s another part of “self” — the objective, above the noise of the crowd part — that tells me, what I’m experiencing is the only way to get to what I’m trying to achieve: being an accomplished bassist!
I’d have to ask: Does the need to practice ever stop? I guess it depends on what one means by “practice.” Of one thing I’m certain: I’m going to go fail now, once more.
The interesting phenomena is how we connect with our unseen realities. I commend to you Michael Klinghoffer’s blogging on PERFECTION!