For me, Saturday night has long been synonymous with music. All these many years after my time as a full time musician has passed, Saturday remains the night I'm most likely to be performing somewhere.
Soon after I began playing my guitar at home earlier tonight, I stopped. Playing the instrument felt odd; I wasn't sure why. Considering the number of solitary hours I devote to guitar, this was a bit confusing. But I shrugged it off and began reading instead.
Then just prior to sitting down to write this, I tried returning to the guitar. But this time when I quickly stopped I was able to identify the reason. It's lonely playing in an empty house on a Saturday night. The solution? Off to the local bar featuring live music - this Saturday night is still young.
Wish I were there to be your audience.
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