Wednesday, September 13, 2017

where is the nearest foodstamp office.

Hi again, 
    So I go to take my new resonator to my local trusted guitar man that owns his on shop, but when I get there he is closed. A big note on his door say he won't be back till the 18Th . Arggggg !!!! So I remember another place , go there and it's for music and voice lessons... u turn in the parking lot. Wait, i remember one more I spied a while back, drive over and it's open. Yaa ! I go in and the owner only has one arm. I kid you not, so I think to myself, what do I do? Do I ask anyway but that might embarrass him or make me look cruel. I ask another customer I followed into the parking lot, He is 83 and has bad arthritis but takes a look and talks of the one he had that was very costly but sold it. He said mine was the worse he ever played.  I think " what the hell" so I go in store and ask if he would take a look at my new toy and see if it's worth the money or it's ok since I can't make it sound right. He says sure bring it in. I do and he puts it on a stand to hold it on his counter top, strums and says did you tune it? I said yes, he said how? I said like a regular guitar. He says no you have to tune these to a drop down D ,or a D, or a G. I say now you know how much I know. He tunes it to a open d chord. So when you strum it , just plays a D major chord, then with one arm and quick and nimble fingers, this greasy, long unkept hair man with 3 days growth of beard starts playing it explaining what he is doing very fast and way over my head. Now I know it's ok, it's worth way more than I paid for it he tells me, and he knows they are good instruments. Forget what the old guy said as he only owns top of the line stuff that most people can't afford. I buy a glass slide for my finger so I think it will be better than the 5/8 deepwell socket  from my tool box I was using.( hey it was a snapon) I come home, watch some videos, I am now encouraged. I can play a little , very little , but it's a start. something like delta nigger blues. Oh yeah, I can feel the black part of me wanting to come out  and start swaying back and forth repeating the same lyrics like they do...I got the blues, the mean old woman blues... I got to get into this, maybe I will learn . Now where is the nearest foodstamp office.....

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