Music!

I have decided in my 65th year to take up playing the guitar. When I was little, my grandma and I would watch Gene and Roy on the silver screen play their guitars and sing from horseback. I don't plan on doing it from horseback but maybe sittin' around the campfire.

When J-L was here he told me that he could teach me three chords that I could use to play any song. I think it was an over simplification. But he had been readin' and makin' music since he was eight years old. So he might've know a thing or two 'bout music. I dusted off my old Stella, made by Harmony Guitars of Chicago, and decided that I would give it a go. The guy at the guitar shop put new strings on for me and told me that it was a collectible. I bought it in the '60's from a pawn shop and had taken it around the world twice while in the Navy. It's got some battle scars. I pulled out my "Country and Blues Guitar for the Musically Hopeless" book and had at it. With the help of an electronic device, I have learned to tune it (something that has eluded me forty years). Of course I've looked on the Internet for information, songs and such. Some of the most helpful things are the YouTube videos.

I don't want to be the next rock star. I just want to be good enough to accompany my friends as we sing something, NOT Kumbaya. And maybe, just maybe, I could sing something by myself without makin' the hounds howl. Perhaps with the help of Divine providence I could learn to flat-pick one song...