I had an invitation tonight to a house-party-be-prepared-to-sing music night. Yay! It was a night set up to honour Gordon Lightfoot’s music.
I learned to play guitar when I was 15 yrs old. I didn’t really know anything about guitars; I bought one that sounded all right and practised chords following the finger dots on charts over the music and lyrics – of Gordon Lightfoot. I was diligent, if anything, and played right through sore fingertips for days, until I could do the chords without looking. I also discovered that I had a decent voice and sang the lyrics and loved the lyrics and fell in love with music all over again.
It has lasted, this love affair of sweet-voiced guitars and verses that resonate through your heart and gut.
Although my first guitar was lost through a repair gone wrong, it took me years to get another one. But I sold it; I need one that fits to me in a way that feels effortless to play.
The way music feels when you sing the night away.
Like you’re a teen again, with your first guitar.