Lately, I’ve been dreaming about guitars. A lot.
I wake up trying to remember sheet music I’ve never seen before. Sometimes I’m strumming a classical guitar like Charo. Other times I’m tearing through an electric solo like Eddie Van Halen.
Maybe it’s nostalgia. Maybe it’s the universe tuning me toward something new. Or maybe it’s just another bout of GAS, that familiar Gear Acquisition Syndrome that hits when inspiration flirts with temptation.
When I was a kid, I tried to follow in my dad’s footsteps. He was teaching himself to play guitar, one chord at a time. He had a beautiful acoustic and a shiny electric. I wanted to play too, so he bought me a kid-sized guitar and signed me up for lessons. But no matter how much I practiced, my fingers stayed soft, my chords buzzed, and my patience wore thin.
Eventually, I gave up the guitar for the piano. It felt kinder somehow. No callouses, no pain, just keys that let me glide. My dad was happy I was playing an instrument. Even if it wasn’t “his” instrument.
For a few years, I could sight-read pretty well and was able to improvise enough to earn a spot in my high school’s jazz band.
But like so many childhood hobbies, school and life happened. Lessons stopped. Practice faded. My fat fingers eventually forgot what they once knew.
Now, at 53, I find myself wondering if it’s too late to try again. Can I still learn the guitar? And relearn the digital piano I already own? Or is this just another creative daydream pretending to be destiny?
Part of me wants to rush out and buy a guitar right now, something simple and sleek, just to see what my hands might remember. But the practical side of me knows this tune all too well: What feels like a calling one day can turn into clutter the next.
Maybe it’s just a passing tune. Maybe it’s a whisper of something deeper, waiting to be heard. So for now, I will let the idea play softly in the background and see if the melody still calls to me when I get back from the cruise.
And who knows? Maybe one day soon I’ll finally pick up a guitar and make a little night music worth dreaming about.
Keep calm and strum on…
Clint 🌈✌️
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Cool dreams Clint! It seems to me that you could get into it. I love the sound of a cello and Spanish guitar, etc., however I don't play. I do have cool dreams of flying though and what a lovely feeling it is. I wish I had more of them. Nice photo of the guitar, etc., etc. Perhaps I'll see you in dreamland. Me flying to sound of your playing guitar!! Cheers!!!
Clint, this comes as a bit of.......🤔 but you know I have a great electic taste in music in all its forms, heaven knows I've posted enough on here 😎 However I don't posses any musical abilities of my own..there I've said it....oh the shameeee Sharon. As I have gotten older I accept my brain isn't wired the same as I would like it to be, and others. I know my strengths and weaknesses in so many areas and the bloody Ivory Tower comes in very handy 😎 I don't have the patience to break the cycle either, I can entertain myself very nicely, thank you very much. You know me Clint I'm very tough on myself to compensate my weaknesses 😎 One day.....who knows the magic key might come my way by a knight in shining armour.....but I'm not counting on it. Cheers DougT 🇫🇴🇬🇧