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Perfectly Good Guitar


Well, several weeks ago, among my outloud musings (some of these are not just outloud but outlandish), I said to Maryse "Hey, it'd kinda be neat to learn how to play the guitar." She held me to that thought and this weekend got me my belated birthday present - a 6-string Art & Lutherie acoustic guitar. How cool is that? This 55 year-old dude's gonna learn how to play the guitar! She bought me a book of theory and books of songs by Bob Dylan (well natch), Neil Young (of course) and (an impulse choice of mine) Warren Zevon. No John Hiatt this time around.

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