GeekyDad
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Went to a Guitar Center (hate these places) near where my youngest son currently lives. He wanted to buy his first guitar (Fender strat). After spending about a half hour with him, helping him try things and such, I wanted to give him some time without his old man to try the guitar he had his eye on, so he could get a better idea if it was truly a good fit. I made some excuse, and strolled off...
Ended up in the acoustic room, of course. Thankfully, most young guys don't give two shits about acoustics, so I was alone, and the room was almost soundproof. Mmm...
Then, in comes a young man. He's quiet, mindful, grabs a guitar. I've got my back toward him and a Taylor I had picked up. I had forgotten how amazingly rock-solid, reliable and consistent they are -- the quality of their sound. I've been playing a Larrivee for decades, and it's still the tone I prefer. But oh man, this Taylor was like a gorgeous blonde at the beach on the hottest day of summer. I'm pickin' away, and I begin to hear someone playing along. I don't want to be greedy with the airwaves, so I try to also be mindful, and lower my dynamic. His playing gets softer. I tested it out a couple of more times, and sure enough, this kid's playing along with me. And he's not trying to impress me with chops, he's just trying to have a moment with me. It only lasted a short time, but it was quite magical. We acknowledged each other after with warm regard, and parted ways. I met up with my son, he decided on that guitar and a Fender amp, and we were off...
Later that evening or the next day I kicked myself for not asking that kid for contact info, but then the thought occurred to me that perhaps it was just meant to be that: a magical moment.
It's the little things.
Ended up in the acoustic room, of course. Thankfully, most young guys don't give two shits about acoustics, so I was alone, and the room was almost soundproof. Mmm...
Then, in comes a young man. He's quiet, mindful, grabs a guitar. I've got my back toward him and a Taylor I had picked up. I had forgotten how amazingly rock-solid, reliable and consistent they are -- the quality of their sound. I've been playing a Larrivee for decades, and it's still the tone I prefer. But oh man, this Taylor was like a gorgeous blonde at the beach on the hottest day of summer. I'm pickin' away, and I begin to hear someone playing along. I don't want to be greedy with the airwaves, so I try to also be mindful, and lower my dynamic. His playing gets softer. I tested it out a couple of more times, and sure enough, this kid's playing along with me. And he's not trying to impress me with chops, he's just trying to have a moment with me. It only lasted a short time, but it was quite magical. We acknowledged each other after with warm regard, and parted ways. I met up with my son, he decided on that guitar and a Fender amp, and we were off...
Later that evening or the next day I kicked myself for not asking that kid for contact info, but then the thought occurred to me that perhaps it was just meant to be that: a magical moment.
It's the little things.
