Never played an instrument in school....but;
(I posted this elsewhere...forgive me.....use the scroll feature...NOW!)
‘Again’
I’ve nursed a fondness for music
Not an obsession
But it’s there
When I was around 13 I thought the guitar was a sexy, easy thing to conquer
Mom took me to a music teacher
A teacher of the guitar
Older Spanish fellow
Thick accent
Learned the keys, notes
High E to low E
And back
Over
And over
‘again’
He’d go eat dinner
Come back
‘again’
Years later (seemed) we proceeded on to ‘Little Brown Chug’
And there we stayed
‘again’
Dinner
‘again’
After the fingertips of my left hand developed calluses on their calluses I came to the conclusion we weren’t gonna move on to House of the Rising Sun right away,
or in my lifetime
But, man, could I ever knock out Little Brown Jug
A few decades later, I happened onto another guitar
Ran thru a few Brown Jug riffs, then centered on It Takes a Worried Man
Found it relaxing
After several renditions, and weeks turned into months of relaxing, singing a worried song,
one day while I was at work, the family sold my instrument to the lowest bidder
We went to dinner at the local smorgasbord that night, their treat
During dessert, they told me of their deed
I wondered how they'd come in to such extravagant funds
Heh, I was gettin’ rather weary of that song too
Anyway, other than profound lilts from the echo of the shower walls, I’ve never been given to creating a tune worthy of listening
But
I’m a good listener
(kept it to under 10 thousand words)