Catch up IV
Okay, I am back. But I am not back where I was. A long summer, a hectic start of school and a new house. Now it is time to get back to it.
I have thought long on this post. I’ve…rewritten this sentence six times, hmmm.
Okay, John’s funeral, as with most funerals, was a sad time but also a time to see old friends again. In this case that included a filk night at the Bachelor’s the next night, Friday. Now I like the way that filk nights are done in the Inland Northwest. They aren’t structured and it’s much more of a sing-along style. I have many years of practice as a song leader from back in the days of church camps and Rocky Roads Scholars (and a tip of the hat to Rusty here.) I think I am happiest when I am singing with other folk who are just there to share and have a good time. Of course, it is very gratifying when the group says things like, “We don’t do Iguanas because no one does it like you,” but that kind of gets to the crux of this post.
I have been exposed to a wide variety of playing styles over the years and my “string drum” approach to playing lets me emulate a lot of them with reasonable success. I remarked to Pat and Mike at our weekly singing get-together that my guitar skills were a mile wide and a foot deep. (And Pat very kindly responded, “More like ten miles wide.”) I will never be a guitar virtuoso but people value my style and my abilities. All in all, I think I am really quite good at what I do.
And I’m okay with that.
Not a Bard 