Little talent…
This now my 5th year in this untiring hobby of mine, or should others say a talent; almost all my friends made it as a trademark in me. I’m an instrumentalist; I first knew that I’m good at it when it held my hand way back during my childhood days. I was just a little lad when I hear my grand parents sing and dance into the beat of their music (the Ku-ra-cha) “grrrrrrr!!!” they would tease each other as they glance. I was 12 at that time, just observing what the oldies are doing. By the age of 14, I gathered all my courage to ask for a gift; “an acoustic guitar”. I knew my mom would restrain me from this foolishness but I still tried. I did not expect but I was hoping… mom was amazed and shocked eventually on my little favor. “A guitar, as you wish” she evenly told me. From that time on, the little talent of mine grew to be a sharp skill. Slowly but surely, I learned the know-how’s of plucking, strumming the guitar but I’m not saying that I’m perfectly expert at it. I know the basics and these are the important things you must learn. You can’t make an original style of music if you don’t know the basics. You can’t compose songs if you don’t know those basics that I’m talking about. Just be natural in every way whenever you play the guitar or any other instrument. Relax, be yourself, don’t act like somebody! You make fame out of your own name. Don’t mimic somebody just to be known and applauded, be original. Those thoughts are always in my mind whenever I perform on stage with my guitar. Through plucking the guitar, I can let go of my feelings…really. I even cried once after I played a sad song for my mom; I composed a song for her but I never sung it to her up to now. And mere time washes away the lyrics of that song. I can’t imagine myself, that from a little observer into a guitarist and a singer. Every time I struck the guitar, every time I struck a chord, the ones who will hear it will hear the music of my heart. They will hear what inside me, who is Christian jay behind those music notes.
