The question usually comes to me while I’m trying to master some oddball Martian arpeggio or while I’m staring at all the guitar books I’ve bought and not read over the years. Why do I still do this? The reasons I started, whatever they were, don’t apply any more – after all, I was 12 years old. I’ll never make any money at it – I’m way behind on that score. Pleasure? Well, sure, but is that it? Do the hours of scrabbling at scales and arpeggios balance the momentary and fleeting pleasure of playing?
I was talking about this with a friend whose creative outlet is theater – he directs, produces and acts in amateur productions for his church. He suggested that one reason (and in theater it’s a big one) is “applause”. He also said people like to feel they’re good at something. Then he told me about a book he’s reading called Beauty – The Invisible Embrace, in which the author, John O’Donohue, contends that people have an innate appetite for beauty.
I like that – “an innate appetite for beauty.” We are wired to look for things that are beautiful to us. Now that makes some sense. That’s a good reason.
It helps explain why I don’t stop, even though I don’t have anywhere near the time to spend on it that I need to. And it explains what it is that satisfies me when everything goes right.
[TJH]
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