I am not the greatest guitar player in the world; although I
probably do enjoy it more than most. Never had a lesson; and it shows; which
limits me to simple songs and ballads, along with lots of folk and gospel; but
I am capable of figuring out alternative approaches to some of the big band
stuff and movie soundtracks; which always amazes me when I do it well, since
that happens so rarely.
The other day was a frosty and sleet driven day and I had
been out for a few hours in the teeth of the weather. When I came home, one of
my guitars; the ash Washburn D-11; was not in its usual place. So, I went
looking for it, mainly because all of my things are usually in the place where
I last left them, so this was kind of a mystery.
Strolling from room to room yielded no quick answer to this
puzzle, which was fast becoming more than a bit annoying. So, I decided to
check the one place I was sure I wouldn't find it. The downstairs computer room!
Knowing that if the guitar was indeed in that room it was there of its own
accord, I crept up as quietly as I could, until I was just outside the slightly
ajar door. Quietly, and as softly as possible, I swung the door open and caught
them “nesting”. They were a bit embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising
state; even musical instruments enjoy their privacy; but apart from the Washburn being a little out of tune from making such an arduous journey; we
were soon making music again.
The only thing that bothers me about the whole mysterious
affair is that theWashburn is starting to show; so I would guess that we’re expecting
a little ukulele anytime now.
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