A series of events has brought me up a level in music. I used to play for other people... I did marching band because my mom wanted me to do it... I didn't play in punk bands because my dad is into more of the classic stuff... I had fun doing all that, but I was not doing it for myself. The past few days, multiple things have pissed me off... and to top it off, i had to get a hair cut today, and that just sucked... so I got home, picked up my jazz, and just started playing... hard. like, slapping like crazy... and I realized that I don't care what my parents, or my friends, or anyone thinks about my music as long as I think it sounds good. It is like I have been freed from something... its a totally amazing feeling... Anyone else know it? Oh, and here is the hair cut: EDIT: So what I'm saying is, I feel pretty punk... except that my evil masters made me cut my pretty strands of protien.