The weekend is at hand! Time to get off my soapbox and let the worries of the world melt away.
A few weekends ago we made a trip to Virginia’s beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains to pick apples and stock up on fresh cider. There is a carboy in the pantry, filled with six gallons of cider and yeast happily fermenting. I reckon it will be ready to bottle up in another week or so.
The other day I found myself involved in a conversation with a few younger folk and the subject turned to great guitarists. Most of the names that these kids mentioned were from my generation; Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, Carlos Santana, Jeff Beck, Duane Allman, and some where their own contemporaries, a few that I was not familiar with.
One of the youngsters wondered aloud why there were no well known guitarists before the ‘60s. Before I could answer, the others reminded him that there was no electricity and therefore no electric guitars(!), and the conversation turned to other subjects.
I didn’t get a chance to remind them that Les Paul (born in 1915) was playing his electric guitar way back in 1936 and several generations of musicians would be thrilled to play just half as well.
Back in those dark days before electricity, there were a few old timers who could wrangle some wonderful sounds out of those old hollow-body, wood acoustic guitars. And there are quite a few still doing it.
a special thanks to rider Laurel for sharing this wonderful album
Y'all have a good weekend!