Sunday, July 19, 2009
A good friend
The guitar is a small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a different color, a different voice.
I started playing guitar when I was 13, as relief from piano lessons. Bought the beginners’ books and diligently went through them. At that time I was playing a $40 nylon string acoustic guitar my mother ordered for my brother from a Sears catalog. (He didn’t take to guitar).
After getting the basic chords down and learning several folk and popular songs, I took the guitar wherever I might have a chance to play.
During all these years, through all the moves from place to place, my guitar has been a constant friend.
My guitar is not a thing. It is an extension of myself. It is who I am.