Match-On-Caroline Behavior

I wonder what it would be like to have a quiet mind. My mind is constantly working, thinking, and questioning. Ask anyone who knows me, and they will tell you that I am ostensibly taciturn. What they are not aware of is the match-on-gasoline behavior of my thoughts. It may take a few strikes, but when an idea sparks in my brain, a conflagration ensues. Through my years of quiet observation, I have noticed that people tend to think if you never talk it means you have nothing to say. The truth is quite the opposite: I have many things to say. My silence just means that I am thinking, observing, and analyzing. My demeanor is merely a foil to my inner world, which is chaotic and quite loud. Sometimes when the noise in my head gets too loud, a distraction

Music, although ubiquitous, has impacted me to a larger degree only recently. When I began to delve into the complexities of music and understand that playing guitar was not as simple as it seemed, it hypnotized me. I wanted the challenge of doing something that was infinitely complicated. I discovered a new passion, and I wanted to know every detail about it. The rising and swelling of the beat and the way you can dance with the notes to spin a masterpiece is vastly complicated, and yet so simple. In a way a piece of unforgettable music is like a spider web; one that is intricate and delicate, and catches the morning dew in the first untainted rays of sunshine. With pieces of metal and wood, I have the esoteric ability to speak a language that any human can understand. Through playing guitar I can quell the chaos in my head, and speak when words fail to materialize, which happens quite often. A recurring theme in the guitar world is the attempt to emulate, note by note, the style of other famous guitarists. I have found that this tedious challenge ends up consuming the “voice” of the true guitarist. I have also tried emulating the styles of Hendrix and Page, but to no