I've got early onset ALS. I'm 24 and I just found my dream bass, an 82 Greco Rick. Once I warm up, I still have my chops, but getting there is getting trickier. My fretting hand is always getting noodlier, which is weird to watch and scary to think about. It's harder to hold the strings.
I'm jealous of you old dogs. I wish I could get to be an old dog with a bad back. Instead I just watch myself degrade..
I play the same three hours of jazz from college, and sing and write every day. But it's in my lungs and my jaw, in my shoulders and my legs now.. I still live for music. It's all I can think about, and on bad days it's the greatest cause of my stress.
You old cats, you don't deserve to complain. Sit on your chair, play your short scales and your lightweights. You'd better fu**ing love it while you've got it, because you've had years to do it, and I'm jealous of you. You'd better f***ing love it and keep right on playing, even when it's hard.
No surrender till death, old or young! Low end for life!