stage fright

So I hunkered down and bought the new John Mayer "Live in Los Angeles" cd at Target today. Mind you, this is the second day in a row that I visited Target just to deliberate over and mentally beat myself up on whether I should make this purchase (for those of you that don't know me, I have continual bouts of indecisiveness and buyer's remorse). I finally bit the bullet and bought the damn cd.

Truth be told, the cd/DVD (Target's special is a double cd accompanied by a full concert DVD) is FABULOUS!!! I'm so happy I went back today to buy it...and luckily, I don't have buyer's remorse right now.

So in the DVD, John Mayer intertwines a documentary in with the concert performance and I found out this fool drives a Mercedes-Benz (not sure what kind of class though) and has a freaking Yorkie! I am exclaiming because I guess I never would have imagined him driving something as frou-frouish as a Benz or befriending a pet Yorkie (a man with a Yorkie just ain't right...it's something for the ladies). You know what- never mind, I guess I should not have expected anything less because John does strike me as a sensitive introvert, so I suppose it's okay. Alright, John, you can be that metrosexual.

As I'm watching this concert DVD, I'm truly inspired to bust out my acoustic guitar, which is what I did when I got home from Target. I was sorta mentally preparing myself for the concert DVD- you know, making sure I still have my guitar riffs down (my riffs only consist of a lines since I'm still quite a novice). It was nice to pick up the ol' Ibanez though since broham bought me a guitar strap so now I can walk around with mi guitarra...let's just say I got a bit too happy with the new addition because I frolicked down the hallway in an attempt to brag to my brother on how good this new strap looks, and I whacked the $hit outta' my guitar! Completely banged the bloody thing on the wall. Okay, I have a depth-perception problem. Long story short- the guitar is okay.

I'm slowly but surely getting over my stage fright though. Last week, my coworker brought in one of his traveling guitars (he has an arsenal of guitars!) and my boss made me bust out some tunes as soon as I came into work. I instantly had an audience of about three guys-one of which is almost a professional musician. Gulp. I would normally back down and find some sort of exit excuse. Not this time. I picked up that baby and started strumming chords and managed to squeak by a few verses of "More Than Words" (Lats knows I still am a bit choppy on this tune...haha). Anyway, my point is that I am going to make more of a conscientious effort to practice my guitar- especially now that I have an inspirational JM DVD- and perhaps put on a show in my boss' office. After all, you don't become a better musician unless you can somewhat showcase your talent- and what better way to improve on a budding talent lest you be in the company of those that will judge you. Criticism is an effective motivator.