a little gift to myself for surviving the grief workshop
So this is a small gift I bought myself to celebrate my survival of the grief workshop. It’s a replica of a cheap pre-WWII guitar, known particularly for its beautifully authentic blues tone.
For those of you who don’t know me that well, I’ve been playing the guitar since I was about 15, and these days I mostly play fingerstyle blues along with some old soul, R&B, and general Americana.
I felt it was appropriate to reward myself for a job well done after slaving away in the grief workshop for so long, and a shiny new guitar seemed like a reasonable way to do so, in a very life-affirming sort of way.
It was cheap (made in China––now with more lead!) but it plays beautifully and sounds incredibly true to its very expensive, and highly difficult-to-find predecessors.
It’s high time to work out some new tunes with my sister (hi Kiz!) as music has always been a large part of my life, but was unfortunately something I pretty much had to give up while taking care of my lovely wife Lori.
Playing the guitar has been a large part of my recovery over the last six months, and it feels good to be getting back to it again.
Hope you are all well,
–Cary
Hi back attcha !
I’m so looking forward to bring music back to the for-front in both our lives.
Love,
Kizzy
Very cool. Gotta love the power of a creative outlet…
Nice hearing from you Cary and hear that you are doing well….enjoy the guitar, you sure earned a new one for sure, keep the music coming your way every day. Take care and enjoy each day. Arlene (AJ)
Stellaaaaa!
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I still haven’t even seen that Brando movie, but thought it was worth quoting, anyway.
Cool guitar! I bought a Breedlove Atlas in January … mmmmm … Jumbo cutaway.
Play on, Cary!
I’m lookin’ forwad to hearin’ some tunes!
MOM