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Always happy to see "Husbands" included in the "Obnoxious" list. By the way, you don't know my "Wife", do you? I'm thinking you've lunched together, and it seems as if it might have been recently.
Yeah, I could do the flying saucepans and boiling oil early on -- in fact, in my pending memoirs, I'm going to wonder with some residual anger whether I did too much of it -- but drawing and painting is now the fun part of my life, and I've developed an aversion to suffering for the nobility or sport of it.
I've also studied guitar for a very long time and I've never learned a passage or a lick I cared about from a player I wouldn't invite into my house for quesadillas, mas cervezas, and a late-night jam. I've become selective and particular in my old age.
And probably the most interesting instruction I've ever received on guitar -- which translates to the art work -- is that a simple tune, played attentively, with both feeling and craftsmanship, trumps almost every concerto for fame or fortune. And there's nowhere in the world that such a performance won't be deeply felt and received. But you have to learn the licks, and then get up there on stage and play. They'll love it, and if you do too, then you're there.
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