The dude behind the counter...

This is a free plug for Future Music in Highland Park. We live close to this fine used establishment. Side note: I played the trombone for three and a half years in grade school. Tough instrument to play with any kind of swagger especially when you lack swag. End side note. I often hear the faint sounds of electric guitars - I can picture the scene. A young kid walks in working up the nerve to ask the dude behind the counter to try out a vintage Gibson. Of course there is a long pause, and then, " I guess." The kid goes over and picks up the instrument, plugging it in to a small amp. CUT TO: me smiling. I say nine times out of ten I hear a Beatles song and that last one is Stairway to Heaven. For me it's a humble reminder - about art - about that internal critic in your head or the dude behind the counter. There will always be a dude behind the counter. You have to take that brave step and pick up that guitar, paint brush, pen and START. That's where we all begin. Might not sound perfect, but it's the only way to the other side. You always need a first draft. I even love the name of the store because it insinuates you are going to buy an instrument, you are going to practice and you will be the FUTURE of music. Maybe I am reading in to this - though I rather be optimistic. I hope that kid grows up to be in the next big band - she will play stadiums around the world. He'll play the Hollywood Bowl. Gotta start somewhere. Why not in Highland Park? The future starts now. Thanks for the inspiration.