you slip your hand in mine, in the distance the train's last call

is it stupid that my guitar is my first love? that i can neglect it for weeks on end, and after a slight tuning temper tantrum, it forgives me my neglect and taking it for granted? that it lets me forget the toils and drudge and soar into the world of sound? that it forgives me my failings and continues to resonate beneath my awkward fingers until they get to know how to love the care for the strings once again?

i've talked a lot about how i write deplorable music. luckily other people write amazing songs. i find there is such solace and comfort in those songs that are like returning home. dylan's "you're gonna make me lonesome", mitchell's "both sides now", wilcox' "catch me if i try", williams' "after all", mondlock's "the kid".

and there are the new songs. the ones that fill you with the thrill and excitement. the ones that don't quite fit as you learn how to act around each other, when to speak and when to hold your tongue. those songs like duvekot's "reasonland", teitur's "i was just thinking".

i thought tonight was for knitting.

it turns out it was for slipping back into my own skin after weeks of wandering without it.


jay are Sunday, November 27, 2005 2:11:00 am  

great post. LOVED that last sentence.....
I wish I could play. I look at my guitar that sits in the corner, unplayed, and has been for probably almost 20 years. I still believe that someday I'll learn how to play it. Talk about neglect. Will it hate me and turn on me if I ever do pick up my courage and try?
I'll feel like I'm in a qrfog.

Unknown Sunday, November 27, 2005 4:42:00 pm  

"i thought tonight was for knitting. it turns out it was for slipping back into my own skin after weeks of wandering without it."

i love that. love it. wow.

heatherfeather Sunday, November 27, 2005 5:13:00 pm  

cripes, y'all... thanks...

and h-g, coming from a writer whom i admire as much as you, really, thanks.

Rob Sunday, November 27, 2005 9:37:00 pm  

wow, you have exactly the same kind of guitar as i do. not in looks, make, or quality, but in in sense of getting neglected a lot but still coming thru for me when i DO pick it up...

Rob Sunday, November 27, 2005 9:38:00 pm  

reading that last comment forces me to add that for the record, the quality of my guitar is bound to be by far the lower...

heatherfeather Monday, November 28, 2005 12:07:00 am  

i will nod understandingly, bryan. we can't all have nice guitars. (mine's not THAT nice - it would be with a little work)

but i really wanted to share that the word verification option is so very camexyhp

Anonymous Tuesday, November 29, 2005 10:23:00 am  

David Wilcox...mmm...I knew we were kindred spirits! You just can't go wrong with Dave.

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