Chapter One:
When I started this project it was
gong to be called, “Layin’ Down Roots”.
I had been trying to write a number of songs the last few years and many
seemed to be dealing with my journey, my history, my future – and none of them
were getting finished.
Then, one day my Ireland guitar fell
over in it’s stand and broke… practically in half…at a show…in the middle of
the first song.
I was devastated. I was beside myself. I was a wreck.
When I got home The Girlfriend and
our friend, Kim, were there to console me.
I weeped and wailed and raged against the winds that blew – I would not
be easily consoled. Then Kim looked at
my guitar and looked me and said, “Well, no scars, no stories.”
[Short pause for stunned
silence.] And I knew she was right.
The guitar would be fixed and it
would be stronger than before – though never quite the same. And the scar that runs along the face of her
headstock will be the reminder of that day (and to keep my guitar’s in their
case when playing a windy show).
No comments:
Post a Comment