Midnight Meditations

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🎸 What Is Perfection? A Midnight Meditation for the Broken-In Guitar Souls

By Darkside Johnny

Perfection.
People throw that word around like it’s a destination — like there’s a road that leads to some spotless, scratch-free mountaintop where the music is flawless and the angels tune your strings.

But that ain’t Rock ’n’ Roll.

Rock was born half-drunk, off-key, heartbroken, unapologetic, and barefoot on a barroom floor.
It wasn’t meant to be pretty.
It was meant to be true.

Perfection Is a Ghost

Try to grab perfection and it slips right through your fingers.
It’s not a standard — it’s a shadow cast by intention.

When you care enough to hit the truth dead-center, sometimes you brush up against perfection…
but nobody lives in it.

Musicians don’t chase perfection.
They chase moments — those rare, electric seconds when everything inside you says yes.

Beauty? That’s a Different Beast.

If beauty really lives in the eye of the beholder, then nobody gets to certify it.

Beauty is that crack in the voice that reveals something real.
Beauty is the guitar with cigarette burns and a tone so sweet it makes your spine hum.
Beauty is the riff you didn’t plan, but somehow it lands harder than anything you rehearsed.

Perfection impresses.
Imperfection connects.

Does It Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful?

Not a chance.

Most of the greatest musical moments were accidents — missed notes, limits pushed too far, strings on the edge of snapping, amps feeding back like wild animals, or a drummer dropping a stick and saving it with an off-beat move that accidentally created the bass line that lit the whole groove on fire.

That’s rock.

That’s life.

That’s truth.

A riff doesn’t have to be polished.
It just has to be honest.

Let the Melody Be the Compass

When the melody is true, the riff can be dirty, raw, and ugly as sin — and still be beautiful.

Truth is the tuning fork.
Everything else is style.

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