Oh Gibson

I've always wanted, oh how I've wanted, a guitar from the namesake company of our dog, Gibson. It has always been one of those things I have kept on my internal bucket list. Until this morning.

I followed a link to this article about how Gibson, the guitar company, has been pulling strings on the right wing side to allow it to continue to import outlawed wood. If you read deep enough into the article body, and you really should...there are four separate pages, you will see that Martin and Taylor have not only followed the letter of the law, they also support the ideal of the law as well.

I'm disappointed. I don't love my boy any less. But the fact that his namesake continues to flagrantly disregard a law that is trying not only to protect our world's environment but also support American jobs in the logging industry. I know my money will not be going to the Gibson guitar company.

Grateful for an old friend

I came across her post last weekend. The song stuck with me after Emiko seemed to like it. Hope agreed that it was a good cover as well.

Tonight, all was quiet in the house as Hope had passed out on the sofa. Emiko was asleep upstairs and I turned to one of the guitars to see if I still could teach myself how to play a song. A few moments listening, a few moments of tuning and I started to catch it.

Thanks, Sedson, for getting me to dust off a guitar tonight. It was relaxing and reinvigorating at the same time. A few moments of time to myself while I made a little music.

July 1, 1998

I spent a good portion of tonight playing guitar until my fingers bled. Ok, that's not true. I played until my fingers in my left hand were so numb that they could only mash the strings against the fret board.

I have tried to always put a date on songs that I have written. I pulled out my old notebooks and sight read many old songs tonight, some that I don't even really remember writing or how they go. And I found the date of the first song I ever wrote, just 3 days over 10 years ago. Wow.

It is pretty incredible to think of all that has happened over those ten years. I keep wanting to put pen to paper and write again but it seems that I have a bad case of writer's block. Thus, I keep writing here hoping that the dam will break loose and music can get written down on paper again.

Some time soon, I hope....