I’m back! That’s saying something because I didn’t know when I’d be back again.
I skipped school today to hang out and play guitars with Emil. Well, it didn’t originally start out that way – I was all ready to go to school when Emil asked us if we wanted to go to breakfast and Charlie took a picture of the BLT w/egg sandwich she just made us and asked if Emil wanted one and she said she’d be right over. Emil never going anywhere without her guitar, walked in with it saying she needed to change some strings before playing this song she wrote about her sister.
I think this is a sad time for both of us. Her sister passed around this time of year in early 2000. My mom’s birthday was Valentine’s Day and this time of year I always think of her because of the magnolia’s blooming. So, every time I’ve passed a blooming magnolia this week my heart gives a little twang like my uneven chords of Leaving on a Jet Plane.
So, yeah – I’ve been a bit blue lately even though the weather has been fantastic here.
Emil played her song and it was very beautiful – I can’t post it because it’s still a work in progress and she wants to surprise her family with it. Also, I don’t think I have a video of it. But, when I get permission I will post it here. I thought I would lose it crying when I listened to it – the words are very sad but the chords give it lively twist so it was a good balance.
We then tuned our guitars to work on this song – it was pretty great. Despite going back to guitar school our teacher hadn’t really covered strumming rhythms (we glanced off it briefly the other night but we had to move on to some other old cowboy song in the key of A.
“I will hold up the fingers 1, 4 & 5 while we play Bury me under the Weeping Willow, 1, 2, 3 hit it!”
We went on to Am and Em chords after that and I think she was trying to make us play something like Jambalaya or was it the Crawdad song? It was one of those songs from my great grandmother’s time when I said, One of the Indigo Girls songs is in the chords of Em and Am – Kid Fears.
“Oh, I don’t know them.”
That’s when I knew this lady was certifiably crazy. What artist in their right mind wouldn’t know The Indigo Girls -especially living in Atlanta? I mean, they are everywhere here not to mention almost all the acoustic guitar players I know play at least one of their songs.
Now I know in the last post I said I would never go see them again – it’s not that I don’t like them – I love them and it will be my ultimate goal in my guitar playing career to master Closer to Fine.
I’ll always love them but I’ve seen them more than I’ve seen any other artist and life is just too short to keep listening to the same people over and over again when there are millions more artists to discover.
So Emil and I played songs that we KNOW (that were recorded post 1975 not including Jet Plane – 1969). It makes it so much easier to learn if you can anticipate the lyrics from songs you’ve heard previously. We’re going to work on about three songs to play together and guess what?
They’re Indo Girls songs. HA! Well, two of them are.
Our guitar recital is next Wednesday night and Emil and I went over Jet Plane. I’m totally going to play it every damn day until then. I couldn’t just bail on the last two weeks of class because mostly I didn’t want to leave my friend Yolanda with the only other two students in the class who seem like they can barely eck out an A chord. So, I decided to go back. The other night, after the teacher said she didn’t know The Indigo Girls she ended class abruptly after a final run-thru of Worried Man Blues to dash downstairs for the old-folks-jam session. I think Yolanda and I realized that we’re way too young for this banjo picking set and we knew none of the songs. Honestly, they reminded me of being in Indiana again watching the flies buzz over cow manure in the field. It just never gave me a great mental image.
We were packing up and I started talking to this other lady in our class – she’s the song writer. (which, I admire someone who wants to learn guitar so they can write songs but it amazes me that someone can write a song without actually playing an instrument). She said this was her second time taking the beginner class and she said she ran into another woman in Guitar II who said she took I four times before making it to II.
Again, I thought, Not me sister…..
I went downstairs and Yolanda was waiting for me next to her Porsche SUV – I had to say that – it’s an amazing vehicle but even if I were rich I still wouldn’t spend that much money on a car – a boat, maybe, but not a car. I digress.
She asked me if I was all ready for the recital next week and I said, I was. I told her about talking to the song writing woman and her telling me about it being her second time in I and the other lady. We both agreed that we have the “concept” of playing in the keys of A, D, G, E, Em and holding up fingers that if we practiced on our own we’d have it. So, I’ll be on my way. Dream about the days to come and playing a more modern pallet.