Music Matters
as i picked up my dad's guitar
i thought
"yeah, i got this"
and i wowed the audience with a flawless rendition of puff the magic dragon
drawing my influences from the 1973 gibson itself
at least, thats how i wanted it to go,
but that didn't last long.
so as it turns out, i have no musical talent
... awkward.
but that doesn't stop me for a second
from making a playlist a day with titles ranging from
"sad old man sitting alone in a bathrobe music"
to
"fuck the world i need some space get off my back music"
because no matter what my level of abilty is (low to none),
i know there are always going to be amazing musicians to draw inspiration from
and they need someone to guide them
my name is natalie grimes and i am going to be an artist manager
the number of times i have to explain exactly what that is
will be directly proportionate to the number of times i remember how determined i am
to make this dream become a reality
because music matters to me
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