4.4.02 – when you move like a jellyfish rhythm don’t mean nothing you

my current musical love affair is with jack johnson. ex-surfer-turned-filmmaker-turned-song-writer that my younger brother introduced me to. matt, who was once the purveyor of awful punk (both other people’s and his own), went off to college and suddenly has fabulous taste in music of all sorts. my brothers inherited all of my mother’s musical talent; i got my father’s tone-deaf ears. with zero natural musical inclination, the only way i learn to play instruments is through sheer brute force. music theory only makes sense to me if you break it down into mathematical principles, and by then it seems like you’ve destroyed the soul somewhere along the way. i’ve been trying to learn to play the guitar, but i get easily discouraged. i don’t want to learn why a D flat diminished 7th chord does what it does, i just want to sound like ani difranco.