I'm A Fortunate Man ...
Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 3:49 pm
And these are my guitars:
Collings D3A
Gallagher G-72
I was once a semi-professional musician, but found my career cut short by injuries and familial responsibilities. I suffered nerve and tendon damage in my fretting hand (mostly from ignorance and over-work), and broke a few bones in the right during a car accident. I spent most of the last thirteen years taking care of my elderly grandmother, who passed from a stroke at the age of 92, and my mother, who died young from breast cancer at the end of '08. It was a form of stasis, as if my life was on hold, with the only temporary freedoms being a quick trip to the grocery store or pharmacy. I had to take classes and become a nursing assistant, so I could have the know-how to provide them with adequate care. The kind of things one must do to help the people you love.
The last instrument I still had in my possession was an old, sweet-natured Westerly, RI Guild. It had been damaged in the accident, and had several top and side cracks, plus an ugly hole in the lower 'bout. If it hadn't been in a hard-shell case, it would have been utterly destroyed.
I did eventually get it repaired, and gave it to my brother, who had decided to learn to play, and it is now his pride and joy.
This did leave me without an instrument, but considering that I was fairly sure I would never play again without sweating through some pretty excruciating pain in that left hand, I decided to resign myself to the inevitable; leave those days behind, and move forward with my life.
But ... then I got on the Internet, and found, to my surprise and delight, thousands of people actively involved in learning about guitars and playing them. The temptation became much too difficult to resist, and so, I turned a corner, determined to give playing one last shot. This involved saving every thin dime that I could scrape up, contacting a doctor about getting physical therapy, and beginning a search for a guitar. And not just any guitar, but the best I could ever hope to play, without winning the lottery.
It took about a year to locate this small boutique shop outside of Weaverville, NC called Dream Guitars ... nestled up in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I had never seen such an amazing collection of fine instruments in all my days, and I had a ball walking through, and playing, whatever extraordinary instrument that happened to catch my eye (within reason, of course ... some of those guitars would have taken a new mortgage to acquire!)
These two guitars were just barely within my limited budget, and I was thankful to find them, as they were the best of the bunch in the under-five-grand-bracket. I started to take home the Collings - only ... but the Gallagher rankled and bothered me in my sleep for a solid month, until I had no recourse left but to go back to the shop and bring it home, as well.
A few weeks later, I met the woman who would become my wife, and she was the greatest about all of this, especially about insisting that I get back on track, and recover my old skills ... and perhaps, if I was lucky, go even beyond that.
It's been over two years now. I play twice a day, after always taking the time to thoroughly warm up and stretch in advance. I've developed a real taste for Bluegrass, flatpicking, and my native mountain music(s). I can see slow, but advancing development in my skills, week-by-week, and it is a major thrill. The guitars really are the best I have ever played, and because of the 'Net, I not only got to find out what it was I had bought (I had never heard of either company or brand at the time), based entirely on the tone and feel, but a whole lot more about all kinds of guitars and musical styles ... most of which I would have never been exposed to, if it were still the good 'ole days, pre-'Net.
I'm a lucky man, and a fortunate one. Every day is a new learning experience, and despite a short spell when I had to adjust to a minor cardiac anomaly (which I have firmly under control with diet, medication, and exercise after having lost over 30 pounds), everything is copacetic.
Life is good. And it's nice to make your acquaintance .. all of you!
... JT
Collings D3A
Gallagher G-72
I was once a semi-professional musician, but found my career cut short by injuries and familial responsibilities. I suffered nerve and tendon damage in my fretting hand (mostly from ignorance and over-work), and broke a few bones in the right during a car accident. I spent most of the last thirteen years taking care of my elderly grandmother, who passed from a stroke at the age of 92, and my mother, who died young from breast cancer at the end of '08. It was a form of stasis, as if my life was on hold, with the only temporary freedoms being a quick trip to the grocery store or pharmacy. I had to take classes and become a nursing assistant, so I could have the know-how to provide them with adequate care. The kind of things one must do to help the people you love.
The last instrument I still had in my possession was an old, sweet-natured Westerly, RI Guild. It had been damaged in the accident, and had several top and side cracks, plus an ugly hole in the lower 'bout. If it hadn't been in a hard-shell case, it would have been utterly destroyed.
I did eventually get it repaired, and gave it to my brother, who had decided to learn to play, and it is now his pride and joy.
This did leave me without an instrument, but considering that I was fairly sure I would never play again without sweating through some pretty excruciating pain in that left hand, I decided to resign myself to the inevitable; leave those days behind, and move forward with my life.
But ... then I got on the Internet, and found, to my surprise and delight, thousands of people actively involved in learning about guitars and playing them. The temptation became much too difficult to resist, and so, I turned a corner, determined to give playing one last shot. This involved saving every thin dime that I could scrape up, contacting a doctor about getting physical therapy, and beginning a search for a guitar. And not just any guitar, but the best I could ever hope to play, without winning the lottery.
It took about a year to locate this small boutique shop outside of Weaverville, NC called Dream Guitars ... nestled up in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I had never seen such an amazing collection of fine instruments in all my days, and I had a ball walking through, and playing, whatever extraordinary instrument that happened to catch my eye (within reason, of course ... some of those guitars would have taken a new mortgage to acquire!)
These two guitars were just barely within my limited budget, and I was thankful to find them, as they were the best of the bunch in the under-five-grand-bracket. I started to take home the Collings - only ... but the Gallagher rankled and bothered me in my sleep for a solid month, until I had no recourse left but to go back to the shop and bring it home, as well.
A few weeks later, I met the woman who would become my wife, and she was the greatest about all of this, especially about insisting that I get back on track, and recover my old skills ... and perhaps, if I was lucky, go even beyond that.
It's been over two years now. I play twice a day, after always taking the time to thoroughly warm up and stretch in advance. I've developed a real taste for Bluegrass, flatpicking, and my native mountain music(s). I can see slow, but advancing development in my skills, week-by-week, and it is a major thrill. The guitars really are the best I have ever played, and because of the 'Net, I not only got to find out what it was I had bought (I had never heard of either company or brand at the time), based entirely on the tone and feel, but a whole lot more about all kinds of guitars and musical styles ... most of which I would have never been exposed to, if it were still the good 'ole days, pre-'Net.
I'm a lucky man, and a fortunate one. Every day is a new learning experience, and despite a short spell when I had to adjust to a minor cardiac anomaly (which I have firmly under control with diet, medication, and exercise after having lost over 30 pounds), everything is copacetic.
Life is good. And it's nice to make your acquaintance .. all of you!
... JT