“You’re doing what?” Her voice was incredulous, steeped in equal parts wonder, shock and just a little bit of playful derision. I still remember the way her smile looked, a splotch of mockery and a dab of pity. I knew what it sounded like. Jared Thomas - Class of 2020 It was just the latest in a long line of projects designed to “take my mind off things” or “give me a new perspective.” Inevitably, it would end up rotting in the trash pile of a million other initiatives, ideas and idiosyncrasies just like everything else some younger iteration of me had tried and failed at. After all,I wasn’t a musician. Far from it--I could barely scratch out Vance Joy’s “ Riptide ” on an old Ukulele I rented a few years back that I kept for so long that they gifted it to me out of incredulity at my stubborn determination to be aggressively mediocre. I hadn’t picked up my chipped and cracked guitar with the faded wooden finish since my eighth birthday, the first time I swore up and down th...
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