Sitting back and watching the recorded special of the 25th Anniversary of the Music Hall of Fame caused me to escape into a world defined by life sculpting lyrics, authentic voices scratching at my soul, and guitar riffs that moved me to exhilaration and tears. Artists consumed, abandoned. The result -- the unforgettable.
I want to find my art, and craft it like the lyrics of Sting, play it like Jeff Beck, and become timeless like Bonnie Raitt.
Creativity is aching to be expressed. Where is my canvas?
