Sitting still, alone As the sun peeks over the fence And stretches out to morning
A white Egret fishing In the shallow water of the Sound- A hazy morning sky
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
Tall pines and oak trees Cast their shadows on the fence. Refuge from the Sun
A Woodpecker drumming Against a tree, his tapping Echos over sleepy streets.
At the bird feeder, Chickadees, Finches, and Swallows- Inside- watching, sipping coffee.
I have been thinking about rhythm a great deal this week after writing about “locking-in” last week. Rhythm is so essential to music- play it poorly and you will sound terrible, play it well and even simple things shine. But while rhythm is an essential concept, it is not a simple one. Playing with great… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Feeling vs Counting
In bed, soft and warm, Holding you tight. Your breath rises And falls in the dawn light
In my sleepiness, Sitting on the couch, still dreaming As bird softly sing.
Hello again, my guitar playing friends. Well, it has been another week in quarantine and another week of solid practice. I am seeing progress on the two new fingerstyle songs I am working on and that feels great. On the other hand, I have really gotten away from ear training this week and I feel… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Let’s talk about Locking In