Yesterday was my best friends 21st birthday so, although I did in person, I'd like to wish him a happy birthday! This is however also the preface to a story. We went to a little place out by the beach where we grew up, nothing aesthetically amazing or anything, but nonetheless chill. There was a lady outside playing the guitar. So, we all pulled up a chair and enjoyed ourselves basking in the pleasures of live music. She would play a few songs then go off on a tangent about some little story she had and it was very relaxed. However, one particular story struck me. Not at the time really as much as it does now, but thats beauty of recollection. She pulled out this beautiful semi hollow guitar (super jealous), it was a dark wood and in the dark it looked like a black neck (very Beatles... even more jealous). She began to tune it and began to explain how hard it was to keep that particular guitar in tune originally. Swung over her torn jeans the guitar waved around slightly as she tuned and continued to speak. She said that she had to tune it b/w every song she played. She went on to say in the soft light of the makeshift stage "Until one year I'was in Miami playin' show. The wind was blowin' real bad. N' it was so bad it blew this here guitar right off the stand, and it cracked right at the head here n' was danglin'". She described how terrible of a day it was. It was strange because she seemed to be really upset about that still, but she went on to say that she brought it to "My guy" and he fixed up really well for her. Well, it turns out that after that the guitar tuned perfectly and she never had a problem with it again. Why is this significant? Ok. Well, when I first heard it I took it at face value: she broke a guitar that didn't work well, it was bad she fixed it, and then it worked better than it ever had. It's usually pretty to easy to put up with somethings that are difficult in your life. Then all the sudden the shit hits the fan and you find yourself in a time of crisis with your favorite piece hanging by six strings. Your immediate solution (and maybe even the one you do the first time) is to glue back on and seal it with some duct tape and hope it don't give you an issue again. If you make that choice you will be quite pleased actually. It won't break again for a while unless you're completely careless. However, on another windy day it will break again. Its unfortunate that you can continue these first two steps forever, playing away and retuning as needed although everyday you play it you see the tape and every time you have to retune it you know why. Every now and then you'll gripe about it and then before you know it, broken again. However, you can pick up your pieces and realize that this old thing needs more serious help, and move on. You're going to have your freak outs in life, you're gonna make
your corrections, and other things you're just going to ignore because it's easier. As I have been doing and I know I've said this before but, I ask you to look at yourself, what are you ignoring?
I'd like to wish everyone a happy father's day, if you are a dad or a god father like myself. I actually got to see my godson today and like a true godson he said "Hedo Toddfather" and handed me a six pack of beer. Boom.
Nothing funny for you today though :( Sorry! I think I've been doing a lot though song writing and introspective thinking... its hard stuff dude. As usual here's a tune from nobody particularly significant.... or is it? Thanks again for reading, I love all of you...
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