I have been reflecting on the events of this past Easter weekend and music is what stands out more than anything. Which is odd, since I can't play and instrument and don't stay in tune when I sing. Regardless...
On Saturday morning, I attended a wedding on board the Odyssey, a dinner cruise boat on the Potomac River.
The idea was supposed to be a brunch type affair with dancing and the waterside sights of DC and northern Virginia. Too bad that they lost partial power and we spent the whole time circling in front of Reagan National (more on that in a bit) but the live band left a lasting impression on me. At least, the guitarist did.
He was a tall, 50ish black man who played his wood grained electric guitar as if it was a familiar old friend. He held it with a casualness that belied what seemed like a marvelous skill to my untrained but appreciative eye. I looked for a picture of his guitar and this is close but not exact.
He played soft jazzy stuff at first and I just sat and watched and listened. Of course, "The Girl from Ipanema" soon floated from his amp as it's a wedding standard while the guests are chowing down. His left hand would glide up and down the neck while his right picked and plucked the strings. He made it look so easy, I wanted to go home and drag my 30 year old classic guitar out of its case and try to learn all over again.
Those of you with the rooms full of 'axes' may now go up there, plug in and play a couple of songs. We'll wait.
OK, while they're off somewhere tuning and strumming, I'll tell the rest of you about National. What a scary freaking airport. The jets take off in an underpowered mode to abate the noise that bothers the neighbors and then turn left up the river in a steep climb to quickly escape the restricted airspace. All I could think of was Air Florida so many years ago.
Anyone remember Lenny Skutnik? He's pretty high on my personal list of life's heroes.
All righty, then. On Easter Sunday, we went to my daughter's church. It's one of those new churches in the office parks with a large emphasis on live Christian music, karaoke style with the flat panel TVs on the walls with the words scrolling along. As before, My attention was drawn to one of the musicians. This time, it was the drummer. He had a full drum set and was using it all. Once again, I was fascinated.
I don't know where this is all coming from because I have no plans to take any type of music lessons but I AM somewhat envious of those of you who learned an instrument early and kept up with it.