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I was a member of this website a long time ago, I lost access to my old email address and my old account, in this time for some reason New people were unable to make new accounts kinda sucked as I tried. Well glad to finally be back after 6 years or so with a new account..
I'm going to lurk read and try to learn, perhaps post something in the other section of the forum in hopes of some feedback. I really lost my way with the guitar , I used to be much more obsessed but now I'm more of a casual and I'm kind of stuck in some no mans land where I want to play but I don't really know how to improve or where to get new material/instruction from.
After the days I spent on this forum I eventually moved to Granada for about 2 years living in the caves , I learnt how to speak Spanish and all that. That peasant Jeronimo Maya tried to bang my 20 year old girlfriend while his wife and kids were in Madrid but it's whatever.. I used to think people who could obtain such a high level of artisanship with this instrument and type of music had something special about them which transcended the common man but upon living in Andalucia I learnt it's not necessarily true. One can be a maestro and a degenerate at the same time.
After the days I spent on this forum I eventually moved to Granada for about 2 years living in the caves , I learnt how to speak Spanish and all that. That peasant Jeronimo Maya tried to bang my 20 year old girlfriend while his wife and kids were in Madrid but it's whatever..
I used to think people who could obtain such a high level of artisanship with this instrument and type of music had something special about them which transcended the common man
One of my oldest and best friends, Pat H. passed away, two years ago last October. He had lived in Alaska for about 50 years. I count his wife as one of my best friends as well. I went to the funeral, flying from Texas.
Pat was not a believer. His wife was a pillar of the local Episcopal church. It caused no friction.
The church sanctuary was packed for the funeral. There was not an empty seat. It was about half church members and half local musicians, professional and amateur.
The Episcopal service begins with a prayer, often fairly long, often written for the occasion. Three priests officiated, one retired, the other two still serving, all dressed in their finest priest outfits.
The first one began, "Friends we are gathered to observe the beginning of a new phase in the life of Pat H., in the company of saints and musicians." The careful distinction got the intended laugh from both parts of the congregation.
âThe only egoless persons in the world are saintsâŠ.and you donât see saints with guitarsâ-John McLaughlin when asked about how the guitar Trio reunion tour was going.
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