© Marie Marshall.
oh i so can feel this…
Which seems to be the point.
“it seems..[most] times”….play it, babe.
I only know one chord.
LOL.. yeah – that’s why I called you Babe instead of BB King.
Ooooh yeah, that chugging soul train of sad how-it-is-ness. My thumb twitches…
For which, I believe, you can get a prescription.
the blues is a fortunate port to finger pick upon
especially when a john denver gospel of gratitude
just won’t let go.
I heard that too.
🙂 I hear you
My word, that’s a relief. 🙂
What a perfect start to my Sunday morning…I can feel it vibrating in my mind.
When those ol’ synapses start to reverberate, what can you do?
I pictured the guitar becoming the door in my mind…lovely.
I now have a mind’s-eye-worm of a Stratocaster with a whammy bar, and when you manipulate the bar, the whole guitar swings outwards, and you look through the resulting space onto green fields and sunlight.
Yes! a la Narnia…the door into the wood…
I’m always touching the blues…
loved the images. Marie
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