Pablosguitar

Picture of the "Old Guild" taken about a year ago.  The guitar is about 55 years old.  Not sure of the exact date it was made, the inside label says the guitar was made at the old Guild shop in Hoboken New Jersey.  I acquired the guitar from a friend of mine Dale Miller, a Peace Corps buddy.  He sold it to me when we returned to the states after our service in Peru, which would have been sometime around November/December 1968.  He lived in Washington DC at the time, and I went down to visit him.  The guitar belonged to his brother who no longer wanted it, I was able to get it for $100.  Later during the visit, we went out and we bought the case, another $60 which I really didn't have, but Dale insisted we get the case. The guitar has been back and forth across the county a few times, took it to Canada when we visited back in the early '70s.  When we lived in Rehobeth Mass I used to hang it on the wall of the small cabin we lived in, of course,...

November 18, 2019 Yesterday while practicing a small miracle happened, at least it was magical to me.  I was improvising a blues riff, going up and down the neck on the old guild when it happened.  I was capo'd on the fifth fret, just for the hell of it, when all of a sudden, I played a real blues lick.  It was like a flash, and I said to myself, that was really cool, how did I do that.  I remembered what Jimmy used to say, don’t think about each move, just let your fingers play, and well, that’s what they did.  I tried to duplicate what I did, but to no avail, I just played notes up and down the neck.  Maybe someday I’ll do it again.  

11-year-old trumpet player You had to be in the third grade to join the school band in the Plainfield NJ school system.  I decided to take up the trumpet, not because I really wanted to, but because my big brother, Bill, played the trumpet and I wanted to be like him.  He was six years older than me.  My parents weren't sure that was the best instrument for me, something about my lips not fitting the mouthpiece, but since that was what I wanted to do, they let me. Music was a big part of our growing up, but our parents weren't obsessive about it, encouraging, but not insistent that we learn an instrument or become musicians.  Before my dad got married he was in a band called the Merrymen.  But he had to stop playing when he lost all his teeth, neglect I believe, you can't play the trombone professionally with a set of false teeth. He would play once in a while when friends and family came over, but by the time I got to high school, he quit ...

GUITAR AT 74 December 2, 2018     Actually, I took up the guitar again last summer when I was a mere 73.   I decided to start playing again avoiding my guitar for some 40 odd years or more.   It was m ore than just avoiding playing the guitar, you would have to add neglecting the instrument as well, as I am amazed that my guitar still plays after all these years sitting in a dark closet. We were well into the Rhode Island summer of 2018 when I decided that I should start playing again.     My brother-in-law Cameron has two guitars and plays them from time to time.    He’s in his late 50’s and learning to play, as is his brother, although his brother, is learning to play the mandolin.   I asked Cameron what type of music his brother plays, and he said he really didn’t know, but I guess that is another story for another time. But to get back to why now after all this time.   Well, I guess I just got a hankering, as Luc would sa...