Occasional thoughts from a young adult reveling in the messiness of life.
My love of acoustic guitar runs deep. I grew up listening to my brother learning to play guitar and still remember the sweet sounds of him strumming his Ovation guitar. He was blessed with a good ear and taught himself everything from Eric Clapton’s “Layla” to the Eagle’s “Hotel California.” He doesn’t play as much anymore these days, but I try to convince him to play me something whenever I visit Birmingham.
When I began taking guitar lessons in 2012, I started out on an electric guitar. I had owned a beautiful Fender Acoustic/Electric (in blue flamed maple wood, appropriately named Big Blue), but it was too difficult to learn on. So, I picked up a crappy electric guitar and dove right in. However, much like with the rock climbing, life got in the way, and I had to stop taking lessons in 2011. I simply travelled too much and needed a lot more mental energy for my work than I did before. So, the electric guitar joined Big Blue in collecting dust in the music room at our home.
Inspired by my list of 12 Things, I dusted that electric guitar off in March. It sounded just as bad as always, but I could at least remember some of the chords and songs that I learned a couple of years ago. In my head, I couldn’t tell if it was sounding bad because I was that rusty or because the guitar was that crappy (and I was never a fan of electric guitar anyway), so I ventured out to the nearest guitar shop to peruse the selection. It was there that I fell in love (with another inanimate object).
Hanging high in the acoustic guitar room was one of the most beautiful Ovation guitars I have ever seen. On the body, the deep red edges faded into a rich golden beige with the most swirly wood pattern I’ve ever seen. I lifted her off the rack and sat down on an old wooden stool. I propped a leg up on one of the foot bars on the stool to support the guitar underneath. The rounded back of the guitar fit perfectly with the shape of my body. I pulled a pick out of my purse, set my fingers in the G position closed my eyes and strummed. Yes—it was love. I played what I could remember of Marc Broussard’s “Gavin’s Song” over and over again.
I set her down and tried out a few other Ovations—some with thinner backs and some with thicker backs, but none were as pretty as she. Resisting my tendency for impulse shopping, I took a picture of her with my phone, asked a few questions about the different body depths (did she come in a thinner body?) and left. But I never stopped thinking about her. One week later, I brought her home and named her Big Red.
Date accomplished: 3/9/12
Here’s a recap of where I am with my list of 12 Things in 2012:
1. Get back into rock climbing.
2. Buy a constant aperture lens.
3. Start playing guitar again.
4. Learn to make edamame.
5. Launch ArtisanShipp website.
6. Renew passport.
7. Learn Italian.
8. Start charging for photography sessions
9. Make that special scarf.
10. Go to Houston.
11. Enter photography contest.
12. Go to Italy.