I Love a Bunch of Genres

Only the Good Die Young

Performed by me

Originally by Billy Joel

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How refreshing and familiar it felt to record this after that brief respite into comfort and confidence that ambushed me yesterday.

Playing this song was an lesson in dire, choking anguish. It was misery. By the end of it, all the life had been sucked right out of my body, and you can hear it. I hated the experience of recording it and I hate the outcome.

Yes, after spending a month coming to terms with singing while playing guitar, I swapped instruments. And it’s hard. And I hate it.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh.

Yeah, I’m not sure if anyone noticed, but I’ve been whining a lot, lately. Whining, making myself miserable, and whining about making myself miserable. I don’t know why you people put up with it. Me, me, me.

But the fact is, between the start of the month and now, I’ve gotten better, or at least grown more accepting of my mediocrity. Something that was once nightmarish is now something I can do each day. I feel so good about that.

And I feel so bad about how hard it is for me to play the keyboard. And once I start feeling good about the keyboard, I’ll notice how awful I feel about something else. That’s life.

See, you thought you were just going to read some whiny whining today, but, nope, you learned something. You learned something about life. And that’s the magic of I Love a Bunch of Genres.

Next month: Something completely different. Finally.

One more thing: Outside of this song has anybody ever heard that Billy Joel runs with a dangerous crowd? I’ll admit that trying to get a too-young girl to abandon her religion and join him for some sexy times is a little more Goofus than Gallant, but I don’t know if asking her through an up-tempo, piano-driven pop tune counts as dangerous.