Jazz. Guitars. Not really two things that go together I suppose. Right? I mean...maybe they do but I don't think so. When I think jazz, I think saxophone. When I think guitars I think folk music, camp fire camp, and D'Addario guitar strings.
There is something soothing about both types of music, mind you. I like jazz at certain times and in certain places but overall, I love guitar music. Though I must say, my favorite in the instrumental field is piano. I've been listening to George Winston a lot lately. It started early in December when I was baking. I turned on Pandora and plugged in George Winston's December and for hour upon hour I baked and listened to the soothing sounds of the piano.
I used to play the guitar. Not awesomely, mind you, but passable for camp. I wish I had stuck with it. Just like I wish I had stuck with the flute and the piano. My inability to make heads or tails of music did me in. The guitar, for me, with camp songs, was easier because I just had to write the name of the note above whatever word I needed to do a chord change on and presto! I could play. Of course, that worked with the flute and the piano, too. Until the day came when my instructors said I could no longer use that method.
I wonder where I would be if I had been allowed to continue writing in the notes.
Carnegie Hall? Highly doubtful but still - it would be nice to be able to play an instrument well.
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