When she comes
home she’ll ask:“So what did you
do?”Of course, I’ll answer with the list
of chores that I accomplished (most of which were left in instructions for me to
do before she left).What I won’t tell her is; I played guitar for
many hours and I pretended that I had an audience.
You see, no one in
my recent memory has asked me to play a tune for them.I know that it’s not like I’m a tragically
under appreciated talent.I have a
little talent; I can play 8 or 10 nice songs through without major screw-ups,
maybe another 30 or so more not too badly.I even have an “original composition” (something in EAB that has
probably been played by thousands of other people before me) that seems to resonate
with open strings as I move up the neck of the instrument.
We have a couple
of friends that play and sing far better than I do, and I play along sometimes
without anyone complaining.One of them
did recently ask me to play a tune as if it was the single one I would like to
play (like I might die before we met again…) I have been having some serious health
problems lately.I was unprepared to
hear that surprising request at the time and didn’t do well, my only chance
So I have come
to realize that I enjoy the guitar and singing along, but no one else has any
interest in ever hearing me.That’s OK.It just took awhile.
So, when I’m all
alone, I play out in my shop where no one can hear me.Sometimes I remember the time I was 16 years
old at the beach on Hatteras and there was a guitar and a beach fire and noone
could play it.I diddled with it, and in
memory, didn’t do too badly.
But now, I
pretend that I can tune it correctly, and play that EAB thing up the neck and
it blows them all away.Oh well.