Monday, February 18, 2008

A first time for everything

After restringing Taylor yesterday, Rick and I loaded my guitar, amp and 25 pounds of music books into the back of the Yukon. The phone rang as we were heading out the door and it was Helen. She was wondering if we should cancel for today because of the impending blizzard. When we found out that one of our young singers chose singing instead of skiing, we decided to go for it. So Rick and I picked up Helen and off to church we went. Because our cantor was gone, I found myself cantoring yesterday in church. After practicing the song many times, I did it! I sang in front of a microphone leading the congregation! There's a first time for everything.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

I must have had a good teacher

The last 2 times I played Taylor in church, I had a embarrassing problem - both my "g" strings went flying. High "G" broke during one song, but because I always have on 2, I played on. Went I put my capo on, low "G" went boinggg. I then used the first instrument I was given, my voice, and so I just sang.
Just so you know - Taylor is my dream guitar. She has 12 strings. I purchased her with memorial money after my dad's death in his memory.

This morning I decided I would restring Taylor all by myself. It was either that or sing only this morning at 10:00 Mass. Sitting on the kitchen floor with crossed legs, I gingerly laid Taylor in my lap. Remember all my brother, Pete, taught me on last Thanksgiving, I began the process. I recalled his words and went step by step. Success! Taylor is restrung and I am ready to rock-n-roll with Helen and the kids. I must have had a great teacher!!! Thanks so much, Pete!

Now, I am heading to the kitchen for my favorite breakfast - oatmeal and coffee.