I don’t have time to write anymore and I feel so very sad about it. But I’m keeping on.
I think I am proud not to have ever been the pupil of anyone in learning guitar. None ever taught me anything. What I learned, I stole from others or was given to me from friends.
There she goes, looking like a star. With her body shaped, like a rock guitar.
There are songs you can’t seem to be able to forget. And you live with them forever. Periodically, they attack you. Like someone trying to kiss you even if you don’t want to.
This is not one of those songs.