Strike A Chord

Strike a chord, I’m showing my Grandson the basics of playing guitar, although he’s struggling with such small fingers, he is enjoying every moment. I’ve been playing for over 40 years now, not that I’m a virtuoso, but I can certainly pick out a tune. There’s nothing better than picking up my guitar and picking away. It doesn’t matter if it’s a Beatles classic like Blackbird or just something off the top of my head, it’s a wonderful way to unwind.

My Grandson loves to hear the sound of a ringing string, and even though he can’t walk yet, as soon as I have the guitar in my hands, he comes scurrying over on all fours as though Father Christmas is on his way. If he ever wants to take it up when ‘he’s all growed up’, I’ll certainly help him on his way.

I wish I had the ability to sing, but alas, I was not gifted with the voice of Paul McCartney. It wouldn’t be so bad if I had a voice that would stay in tune with the guitar.

I appreciate being able to play music, we have a piano too, and although I dabble in it now and then, the guitar is where it’s at for me. I also have a love of ‘Blues’ music, the old stuff that was sung from the heart by the likes of Robert Johnson and Big Bill Broonzy. These boys could play a tune from anything that had a string attached to it. The modern day equivalent of these guys would probably be someone like Seasick Steve.

I’ve got about half a dozen guitars, only one of which is electric. I’m not much of a player when it comes to lead guitar, I enjoy the full range that an acoustic can supply. So that’s my take on today’s daily post prompt.