PICKING UP AN OLD FRIEND.
Man, life got ahead of me. Or am I just too fixated on getting ahead?
But, I neglected her, my guitar – got too busy contemplating and arrogantly prognosticating. I should have been living alongside her timeless pulses. So with nimble fingers and quiet grace, I bring her back into the light. We tune and I offer a song.
I’m rock, blues, Carter and Cotton. And from that hollowed beauty of her fine woods, she dances within the restless night of my ceaseless soul. Curves and contours meld with mine. I am confined to our renewed solitude.
“Freight Train” to warm up. “Ventura” to savor.
My confidant, friend; we vanish together.