Poem of the Day 7/7/ 20
The metronome click- That slow and steady rhythm Not unlike a heartbeat
Author: E.H. Decker
E.H. Decker is the name of a pen, like Mark Twain, not A.T. Cross. Said pen belongs to a father of two writing between jobs on movies, parenting and obsessing over movies, tv, music, wine and words. Comments here are encouraged so long as you can be respectful to others and you have actually taken the time to read what you're commenting on.
Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Burnout
It was a rough week of practice. For the first time during quarantine, I missed two days of practice in a week. I also started to feel terrible about my playing, which is something that happens every so often. For days or even weeks at a time, I don’t like the way my guitar sounds.… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Burnout
Poem of the Day 7/6/20
Sitting still, alone As the sun peeks over the fence And stretches out to morning
Poem of the Day 7/3/20
A ramshackle grace Washes over me, Like amblin’, like a lazy river Rollin’ down from distant mountains, Searching for the ocean, To set me free.
Poem of the Day 7/2/20
The kids chase fireflies As the dusk falls over the yard giggles and neon sparks
Diary of A Bad Guitar Player: Natural Guitar
This week’s diary entry was delayed for two reasons. First, I was camping this past weekend and that kept me away from technology for a few days. Those days just happen to coincide with the days when I usually write this entry. The second reason for the delay was that the experience of practicing in… Read More Diary of A Bad Guitar Player: Natural Guitar
Poem of the Day 7/1/20
Restless, listening To the hum of the air conditioner Unable to sleep
Poem of the Day 6/29/20
A white Egret fishing In the shallow water of the Sound- A hazy morning sky
Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Days When You Don’t Have It
One thing that I have been thinking about this week while practicing is what happens on those days when you just don’t have it. I don’t mean days when you lack motivation. That is one thing, of course, but I have found that that is something you just have to fight through. I am talking… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Days When You Don’t Have It
Poem of the Day 6/18/20- Forever Searching for John Hurt
A ’28 pressing from Okeh records, Sent them on their way, Looking for Old John Hurt, Forgotten in his day. Nothing to much to tell them Where the bluesman might be But the song Avalon Blues. Maybe Georgia, or Mississippi? Chasing down fingers Fast as lightning, A worn-out angel’s voice With which to sing. Driving… Read More Poem of the Day 6/18/20- Forever Searching for John Hurt
