“Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” ~ Marilyn Monroe
I thought we were soulmates. A friend gifted me this pretty little Gibson B-25 guitar. “Here, you take it- I’m not ever going to play it.” It had a sunburst finish and steel strings, far superior to the Sears Silvertone with nylon strings that I had been playing. At 17 years old I could not believe my good fortune. It was love at first sight.
I plunked and played that guitar trading songs and riffs with friends until I moved away to college. There really was never another time where I was surrounded by people that played music. My skills languished. Now and again out of guilt I pulled out the Gibson, played for a bit and then put it back. Playing alone wasn’t satisfying, but really, the instrument didn’t have enough base and tone for my ears anymore. Still, I refused to admit I had fallen out of love.
The years ticked by. My guitar was now a collectible. I began to question my relationship to it. Soulmate? Because of some act of synchronicity I experienced as a teenager, I felt inexplicably bound to this guitar-shaped piece of matter. I had let go of the human connections that hadn’t served me in my life but not this non-living one. Instead of bringing me joy I felt guilt. Taking a hard look, again, I had found myself in a dysfunctional relationship.
One truth I have found in my life- “soulmates”, If there is such a thing, can change. As a little girl, I was a victim of watching too many Walt Disney movies. You know, the prince and happily ever after? There is a reason there is not a Cinderella part 2. I gave it over 45 years but sadly, my Gibson and I were just not compatible.
Then a few weeks back I found out about tenor guitars at an Irish session I drum at. The fellow next to me had one. Intrigued, I went on Youtube to find out more. This video by Richard Durrant playing Skye Boat Song and Bach on the tenor guitar sold me. A few days ago I took my old Gibson in and traded it for this lovely handmade tenor guitar with such a sweet sound. I have to learn all new chords. My friends think I’m crazy. No matter. I’m in love again.