I lay the old guitar on my lap, and strum.
The strings are not in tune, but the instrument is so familiar.
I pick out a few cords, find my keys, and start to tune up my grandfather’s guitar.
It’s a well played, and much beloved part of the family.
Can I do it justice?
I see the indentations made by my grandpa. He would play and sing for us, every chance he got.
He was raised in the hills of West Virginia. Blue Grass, Gospel, Folk music in his blood. He would play. I can still hear him. It would make him so happy, if we would just sit and listen to the music in his soul.
I could find, G. I could find D. C sounded terrible. F eluded me, I think I’m still not tuned right.
The warm ups came back, and I was able to get to G minor, but F….where is F? F minor?
Just a little reminder, and a little effort. A little toughening of the finger tips. It will come back, and I can wear those frets out a little more.
Oh, thank you for the nod Diane, to join into the song a day challenge.
I may just jump in this once. I’m not as musical, or an over achiever like Meg.
Music speaks to me specifically, so many ways. It doesn’t matter if it is pop, rock, gospel, classical, comical, cartoon, or what. I love music.
So Stevie Wonder and Ariana Grande in Faith from SING….Oh yea. I got faith!
Photo credit. Purple Rain Movie
1984, College, Party, Dancing, the Movie.
Prince was everywhere. I remember running off to watch the movies with friends. We did what we could to emulate the dance moves. We were damn awesome for little white college girls. I might credit Purple Rain as the basis of why I love Zumba!
Ruffles, lace, purple,velvet…..anything tactile and sensual.
Partying on an 80’s dance floor to Red Corvette, and Party like it 1999 it brings back awesome memories.
Sitting in a bar in San Antonio last year, they started playing Purple Rain…the whole album. I had several people around me my age…we started sharing stories about our party days and Prince. Why the airport bar played the whole album, I don’t know but it was really fun.
I don’t know what happened to the Artist formerly, or recently, or perpetually known as Prince. But he will ever be a part of my youth.