Interesting day for me today.
I potentially found a guitar teacher.
An old blues/jazz man who lives ~45m away. And by old, I mean older than me.
That alone impressed me.
Before I sat down, he told me what his playing limits are (he’s better than me, that’s all that counts) and how he teaches.
He’s obviously not college educated or trained, which also impressed me. He could talk theory but is more interested in technique.
Specifically, technique to help get from where I am to the next place, each place on the road to where I want to be.
And we talked memories. He shared his and I shared mine. We both went on the road young.
Listening, I realized how important memory is.
Both good and bad, memories define us, create us, shape us.
They are our platform, they are where we are on the road to where we want to be, each memory a place on that road.
And when The Wild remembers you, knows you…
If you’ve read The Shaman, specifically “The Frog,” you know what I mean.
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