made music on the porch with strangers last weekend walking the streets of this old sawmill town in southern Alabama with the dog. The guy was my age and we started talking about our mutual northern roots in a small state where we knew alot of the same musicians and politicians etc. and he asked me if i played and i said yeah so his wife hauled out her stand up bass, he grabbed a mandolin and shoved an acoustic guitar in my hands and off we went for awhile.
I was gonna do this anyways for someone i met on here who loves Zeppelin like i do but the main point is sometimes you have to just listen and accept that like with any form of expression its the devotion, the energy, the symbiosis which is most important. Also circumstances remind you of stuff.
When i play slide guitar and not that well finding the correct pitch is like casting around for the right word if you are writing something. I’m lucky to have this music thing as a passion, an outlet and i’m happy to conjure others’ songs under my mangling fingers and even hearing the rattling inconsistencies of my own playing. I have gotten more patient but when i hit “record” like when i fire up the keyboard to write i am still uncontrollable, stubborn, imprecise. Maybe i’ll work on that.
Have a great gateway to tha New Year wherever that brings you '
as for gifts this is all i got consider a tribute like the Hunger Games
it may or may not
survive. heh
you may or may not be ready for THIS ha:
-- Thank you for sharing your bold, “fighter” moves here, A.K.! Xo.
Oh dang, this is cool. I just got the kids off and finally a quiet house to play this--I've been really limping into the New Year. I wish I could play...anything. My eldest, Max, is taking drumming lessons and plays in a little band and we've gotten into watching John Bonham videos and I can't quite imagine that man's genius. To keep the un-synced beat going so strong--holding something together like that, so close to falling apart, so fast. Cool to hear Whole Lotta Love announce itself in your track 2 and then the shift out. Baaaaaaby, I can almost hear it. Wish I could just show up on somebody's porch and communicate with an instrument. Maybe it's time, Apple.