“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.