The steel guitar lessons were taken in the panhandle of Texas. Steel guitars were a big deal down there. Still are. But when we moved to Washington state, the lessons stopped. Of course at the time, I didn't really care too much one way or the other. I was tired of always being harangued to "go practise your guitar, Jim." I didn't see much need for it. Each week when the teacher played the new lesson/song for us, I had it. Could play it by ear. I never learned much the difference between a sixteenth note and a whole note, but I did learn enough about fractions that it came in real handy once I got to sixth grade.
My good buddy, Harold Bradley, and I used to play our guitars at school assemblies in Texas. Once I got to Washington state no one ever knew I could play one of these things. Odd isn't it, how things change, evolve and turn out.
Anyway, I tried to blend these two so very fond memories in this sketch. Obviously I've lost about as much technical details on mechanical drawing as I have that old guitar. Oh, and by the way, I still have it.
3 comments:
Nice Jim - I love the way you're expanding the conceptual and journaling aspects of your Daily Challenge as you get further into the list.
I think that's a great approach and probably helps keep the daily task fresh and something you want to do, as opposed to 'ok - what's today's object..?!'
How are you finding it, 17 days in..?
Jim I love the stories that go along with your sketches. And like Shelley said, it's as though you've gone further than just sketching and have created illustrated story journals which trace your past with a endearing sentimental content.
Thanks Shelley and Laura. 18 days in I'm still dedicated to the commitment, and though the motivation to keep it up does wane a bit - I will persevere, damnit, I will...lol
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