When the music fades...
I'm really craving my guitar right now. I miss it terribly, it's such an outlet for me. I can wander anywhere with it, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. My favourite physical place to wander around here is the weeping willow tree outside my apartment building. I love sitting under it to play, especially early in the morning. When I have my guitar I can wander the corridors of my mind and let my thoughts dictate the music. I can stop off at whatever memory or thought that I like, and allow the associated emotions to emerge as the notes begin to fill the air. My guitar can really take me places ....and right now I just want to go somewhere! Sadly, I lent it to a friend while I was in BC this summer, and it got stolen. So now I have no guitar. The end.
posted by Hannah at 9:26 p.m.
4 Comments:
I've got just the solution for your predicament: a harmonica. Then you can play the blues about your missing guitar.
If you are too poor for a harmonica then you could always go for a Jew's harp instead, and they're easier to play too. And if even the price of a measley Jew's harp is too prohibitive (hey, I think I just realized why they are called a Jew's harp: because they are cheap!)then you can have my grade 4 suzuki recorder. I can even teach you to play hot crossed buns via email. Hey, what are friends for?
Hope you are doing swell,
Drew
Hannah, you have to get a new guitar if you possibly can, it's worth it. I don't know what I'd do without my guitar, it's my best friend and if I lost it I'd be lost. You have to get another (if not I'll "borrow" one of my brothers and send it to you) seriously, none of this "music fades" business, keep playing!
Remember music with Mr Hooper?! happy days...
I miss you!
Alicia H
Hannah Price!
Why did you cease to inform me of such hidden talents! You astound me with all your little mysteries, hmmm...you must fix this problem with the guitar...I like your post it has reminded me of how neglectful I have been to the artistry of my heart!
-Dave
i used to go sit under that same weeping willow and read shakespeare to myself last year. and no, not just because i was in the class. we had one at my old house in gilmour too. i think it's something about those trees. as well as the guitar. i take it you've learned a lot more since the last time i heard you play.
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