Just heard a 17 yr old recording of me playing the banjo, high

Hi,
 
Can I say that you are being overly critical, about a time when you were learning things and getting a feel for an instrument?
 
I look at some of my poetry 25 years ago, and I do not feel embarrassed. I came across a short story that I wrote in 1970 or so in Madison, and I was not embarrassed. I actually saw the same singular ability to stick with one moment and see it stretch and live as if a film camera was hanging around catching everything. I read my review of 2001, A Space Bruhaha, and ... well, that one I was not impressed, mostly because I did not think I actually "got it" right, and could see it better from a distance, or a more experienced point of view. But it cracked on SK's very Hollywood'ish ability to create "one shot" kind of images, that we remember ... which at the time I did not like, and still don't .. I feel like I'm being told that this is God and you must worship it!
 
It would be fun to see, if anything, for the fact that you are a professional now and play way better than that?
 
AND THAT'S AN ACHIEVEMENT!

Sharke, I have an old friend in NYC named Paul Boocock (!) he's an actor.   You should go see him when he does poetry readings and impromptu comedy.  You two might have fun together. He's an old school new yorker, you know lou reed versus *lady lamb the beekeeper*.  I suspect you are too.

What, no link to the expose'?
 

Moshkito
Hi,
 
Can I say that you are being overly critical, about a time when you were learning things and getting a feel for an instrument?
 

To be fair to myself, I'm not a banjo player. I'd borrowed the thing from a friend on a whim and had only had it a couple of months. But also in the spirit of being fair to myself, we had previously recorded the song on a friend's old 4-track in his attic and I thought my playing on that was not bad at all, considering my beginner status. 

You already posted it once, or a version of it, after Lemmy died.

Leadfoot
You already posted it once, or a version of it, after Lemmy died.

That was the version we recorded in a friend's attic. It was a crappy recording, but wasn't half bad. As I was cleaning out my email account a few days ago I came across the original email that my friend in the UK had send me with the old recording attached. He'd also attached a live recording of it as well, which for some reason I didn't bother listening to back then. I was really excited to find it and thought maybe it would be better than the home recording. Boy was I wrong.