So, it’s 5pm on the 31st, and I’m sitting at an airport departure gate in Bangkok, taking off for Sydney in just a bit. I could think of nothing better to do on the last afternoon of 2015 than to sit and look back on how the year has been, and what it has meant for me. Especially because it has been a busy and meaningful one, a watershed in many ways, and I’m ending it in a way that will, I hope, flavour my 2016.
So, what am I thanking this year for, as it walks out the door?
I got dystonia – and fixed it, then learnt how to guide other people out of said sinkhole. To be able to go back to making music, especially as I decided a couple of years ago that this is what my life is really for – this has been the difference between living and, well, not quite dying, but pretty nearly.
I got to meet wonderful people and share lots of music – many more concerts than I thought feasible within 6 months in Delhi. Udaipur. Bangkok. Ranikhet. Stockholm.
I learnt how to straighten my nails properly, which has completely changed my life and playing.
Just meeting or working side by side with great professionals like Johannes, Durjay, Sunita, Gunjan, Avikk, Astad, Shovana, Pirai, Matt, Samuel, Marian…the people I have had the pleasure of learning from via osmosis, by working with or around them this year, have been nothing less than an accelerated eduction by immersion.
I learnt what it takes to put on a major guitar festival – and that there is a formidable skill set required for organising these wonderful events that we guitarists often take so much for granted. Arts administrators and festival organisers do yeoman’s work.
Learning how to relax, both biomechanically and on stage.
I learnt how to let go and love, and how to let that feed my playing.
I have grown and gained so much this year, and I suspect I’m going to look back on it as the year things really started rolling for me in music. So 2015, thanks. You did alright by me. But it has also been a year of awful inhumanity and rot within the global community, and increasingly, as an artist, I find my world view is necessarily as affected by the utterly pointless and avoidable pain of people I’ll never meet, as it is by the wonderful people both near and far who fill my every day, and make my life beautiful. So I’ll preface my new year’s greetings with a plea – settle down, world.
Here’s hoping 2016 is a year full of joy and love and music and grace, for you, for yours, for those you know, and for those you don’t. Happy new year!