It's all soul music... if you play it right. I can't tell if music brings me joy or if I just turn to the music when I'm happy. A friend pointed out my technical limitations last night. That's alright.
Has the music saved me? Did it ruin my life?
Well, sir, Elvis was unhappy. Sinatra was unhappy. You suppose Elvis would have been happier driving that truck for Crown Electric? Heck, he might have been promoted to counter sales by '56. Maybe Frank would have moved up to headwaiter at one of the swankier Hoboken joints. Mob connections but at a lower level.
Now, I've shoveled mud, pedaled dirt and fought bad guys. Sometimes I'm happy.
Single moms- don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Get 'em a guitar.