Tonight he called me! Okay, that sounds...not exactly how it should, but I was that excited.
He talked for quite some while about his time gigging in NYC...Nashville for a bit...Chicago...Miami. All he wanted to do was to get on stage and play his guitar, have some fun and maybe make some money. He had never thought seriously about becoming a "rock star." He didn't want any accolades, or to be recognized on the street, or great fame. For him, there is something magical about the power of live music...an artist communicating with others through the power of their art. He asked me, "Do you know how it feels to have your heart swell for hours?" The comparisons to a guitar legend were always there...and then the rumors would start about his lineage...was he really the grandson of _____ __________? And then the pressure followed. Unbearable pressure...stage fright for awhile, unable to hardly hold a guitar pick, let alone fret a guitar. He stopped playing for a time...
He asked me if he could come by and play my guitar sometime. I told him I had not touched it since the day he played. Just didn't seem right... In fact, he could have the damn thing if he wanted it. I think I could hear tears in his voice when he asked me if he could come pick it up around noon. Patience...
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