Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap
Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap
Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap
Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap
Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap
Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap
Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap
Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap

Shadowlands - TriTone Leather Guitar Strap

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Shadowlands

The highest levels of creative fulfillment lie off the beaten path. Way off. Always have, always will. With no guide and no guarantees, it takes a lot of confidence to wander off and trust you’ll get there. Confidence and faith. Or total denial. (Actually, it’s pretty remarkable what can be accomplished with total denial — definitely an underrated worldview.)

This is why there are explorers and there are entertainers. While entertainers are everywhere, flocking to immediate approval, the relatively rare explorers heed the distant call of what we all want found but only they can locate.

When their search succeeds, they return with what makes music matter.

For me, it was involuntary. I don’t consider myself revolutionary or delusional, but given the way the music biz demands organized shelves of neatly canned, clearly labeled product, I soon found myself fleeing for where the category-resisting rebels hide out.

Call it the shadowlands.

From the earliest stages of my relationship to music, I’ve sought transcendence, to be transported to new spaces where I can stretch out and plant my flag. Whether those flying colors end up saluted by others is not my guiding concern. Recognition and appreciation are gratifying, sure, but clamoring for them strikes me as a dead end distraction.

So I’ve thrown my lot in with the explorers. But I don’t want to put anyone down. Believe me, I like earning a buck. I tried signing on for the backing band gig with a radio-friendly artist. I just couldn’t do it — couldn’t play for pay. To stay alive, my creative spirit needs to remain unshackled. Like a shark, my playing needs to keep moving.

Discipline, chops, and technique open more routes in the shadowlands, yes, but you can’t let them inhibit the journey. Thinking can get in the way. Sometimes a discovery happens in a single moment. Even in a single note. Players talk about getting in the zone or in a groove. The antenna just hits a frequency and it all seems to come from somewhere else, like a trance. You reach a place beyond yourself — and when that realm far afield from the limitations of the familiar is suddenly accessed, the biggest standing ovation or magazine cover could never compare. There is no map, but more discoveries always remain if you follow the radar of your natural gifts with hardnosed devotion.

So I explore the shadowlands, lost in my instrument.