Acoustic Guitars and Happiness
September 19th, 2009 - 3 Comments
I think I was born half musical instrument–sound fascinates me. Some days I’ll lie on my bed, hitting different notes on my guitar and letting them ring out, just to listen to the sound slowly fade.
I feel more at peace socially when I have a guitar in my hands. I’m often nervous to meet a person or two, but I’m more than happy to sing and play for fifty. I can’t play much more than the basic chords, and I sing about as well as that cousin of yours that “is very brave to try so hard,” so it’s not competency that does it… I’m pretty sure it’s just a disposition from my bloodline. My grandma was a mandolin or something.
Question for you (yes you, reading the blog): Do you find you feel better about life when you’re making music? Or am I really descended from a string instrument? If you don’t feel overly awkward, leave a comment. I promise to give you an approving nod.
Chris, Chad and I playing Demons (by Guster) and Facebook Girl (an original) last Friday

