Open apology to all of the musicians I've known

Music is something that I can't ignore. It has brought me happiness, excitement, depression, peace, exasperation, friendship, identity, release, confusion, any many other indescribable thoughts and emotions. Music is the way that I interpret the word creativity. Sometimes I want to give away all of my instruments, burn my crates of beer-soaked microphone cables, and pick up writing, or pottery, or some other solitary form of expression. But making music, at least the way that I like to make it, requires other people. It needs interaction and conversation. It thrives on good company and flounders in solitude. The problem is that I have continually proved to be a pain in the ass to my fellow musicians. I have always allowed my moods to screw up friendships, music or no music. Bands have come and gone, time has passed, and many things have been forgotten. But regrets have a way of resurfacing. What I would like to say is this: I am sorry for all of the stupid things I have done and said. I'm sorry for letting my ego become a reason. I'm sorry for allowing too much time to pass. I am not sorry for disliking Bela Fleck, and I will never apologize for liking early R.E.M. So what good will these words do? Words never really do much, but at this point it's the best I can offer. Better yet, let's jam....