Guitar crazy

Sue bought her first guitar this weekend. A Jasmine made by Takamine. She said it felt good holding it over another one she was looking at. Almost the same guitar, price-wise at least, but yeah, even I could feel the difference in weight.

This morning the grass in the orchard seemed to be lit from a light coming from underneath, from within the earth.

And I thought about Sue learning the guitar. She knows A and D. The next is E. Three chord progressions...every rock 'n' roll song in the world is built on three-chord progressions. But D...three fingers in a little triangle on three strings. A easy chord to learn. And the look on her face was sheer delight, to coax that sound out of some strings. You can play the same pattern all the way up the neck. It's almost the same sound the grass was making this morning, in that light.

Sue and I don't have much money, which can be a good thing. It forces us to really choose what's important to us. We'll scrimp on food to buy books or music. She wondered if we were crazy, pondering the purchase of a guitar...? A little bit, maybe. But a little crazy is good.