Sunday, September 28, 2014
Makes Me Happy
Our 15 year old son, Isaac, recently bought himself an acoustic guitar. He's had an electric guitar for a while, but never improved much. Between his coming and going, (and not just to here and there, but to other countries and such nonsense) faulty cords and a cheap amp, he struggled with hearing himself play. This guitar is a much better option!
My dad is a wonderful guitar player. One of his first dates with my mom--maybe the very first date, even--was to play guitar for her while she sang. One side of the soundtrack of my childhood was my dad playing guitar; the other side is my mom singing. Every time Dad sat down, he was playing. I love listening to the guitar because of that early and often exposure.
When I was in Jerusalem for a semester of a study abroad program, I didn't have any music. I couldn't afford a portable CD player (remember those days when you had to have a device and the discs and the batteries?) and had to go without. A couple of months in, I wrote home and plead with my dad to send me a tape of him playing. He went to work right away and I got it several weeks later. I bought one set of batteries and borrowed a roommate's Walkman. I put on the headphones, closed my eyes and listened to home until the batteries died.
Now, I have a guitar in the house again and I love it. This is a sound that makes me happy.