Strike A Chord
Today’s Daily Prompt on The Daily Post is: “Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice.”
I began to play the guitar in my senior year of high school. My father bought me a little Martin New Yorker. I think he paid less than $200 for it back in 1965; today it would cost about $3000. And it’s gone. In 1977 my apartment was robbed and the Martin went with the robbers. That was probably the most difficult loss of a material thing that I ever endured. But my father bought me another guitar, a Guild, to replace the Martin. I liked it well enough, and it has been an good guitar, but just not the same. I still have it; it lives in my clothes closet, sadly unused. I have not played it for so long that the calluses are gone from my fingers.
I played the guitar consistently from 1965 until 1999. Never a classical guitarist, I was a folk guitarist.
I loved to sing folk music and accompany myself on the guitar.
I relegated the guitar to the closet in 1999 because I guess I had lost interest in it. I also did not want it to be known that I could play, because I would then be enlisted to play church music at Mass here at the house where I live. I didn’t want to do that.
But thirty years of loving playing the guitar were a great source of joy to me.