Listening And Learning
Playing the guitar need not be something that is ‘in the blood’ so to speak, even though I still remember some of my first guitar lessons with my grandpa when we used to sit out in the front porch – online guitar lessons were of course unheard of at that time, as was the internet itself!
These were happy times, him reminiscing about the war and plucking on his old battered guitar, while this ten year old kid sat watching the fire-flies dancing in the dark, and hanging on his every word. He’s long gone now – hopefully to a better place – but the memories remain.
His old Homesteading seemed to be covered in battered sheds, with broken farm equipment lying everywhere. An old Rhode Island Red cockerel, strutted around as if it owned the place and never missed an opportunity to chase me out of the yard – grandpa used to laugh and said it was my red hair that did it! I still don’t know if there is any truth in that – it probably just smelt the fear!
By todays modern homesteading standards, his place would probably be regarded as a broken down dump. Nevertheless we had some good times on that old porch, right up to when I was about 16 years old and he finally passed away. His gentile guitar lessons however stuck with me, so unlike the raging noise from the electric guitar, that often leaves us with ear-ache and seeking out a natural tinnitus treatment to relieve the pain. Even today whenever I pick up my guitar I am reminded of the times we rehearsed on the front porch.
Happy times indeed. Maybe I’m just getting old and looking back at an idealistic, simpler life, where the mobile phone or the internet just did not exist, and the evening entertainment consisted of the family and friends gathered on the porch, playing music and singing their favourite songs. Of course an ideal existence is only a pipe-dream; but sometimes its good to dream…