Learning Guitar (Strambotto)

Coordination between right and left hands
Proved to be no small undertaking––still does.
Left chooses the words; the right, the voice commands.
Melody, harmony less and less a buzz
From misplaced fingers not knowing where to land.
The striving, though hard, is calming––always was.

3-22-2019

What is a Strambotto?

I Can’t, I Just Can’t

There’s a paradox of emotions
watching a master ply his trade:
wonder, mixed with envy, all
cobbled together with frustration.
That person can do it.
I can’t, I just can’t.

Tommy Emmanuel can play guitar
better one-handed than I can
with both hands on my best day.
He mixes rhythm and melody together.
He can play two things at once.
I can’t, I just can’t.

All of these amazing writers churn out
songs and poetry of amazing quality.
Pithy, poignant, powerful poems,
the final products polished and pristine.
They can write good.
I can’t, I just can’t.

It’s true: I’m not Chet-Atkins-endorsed CGP
like Tommy Emmanuel.
It’s true: I’m not a published poet or produced lyricist.
My name is not on book covers or album liner notes.
But I’m not as bad as I used to be.
I’m not, I’m just not.

12-12-2018

Prompt

How Blessed Is the Man (Psalm 1)

Here’s a bluegrass hymn version of Psalm 1. The recording quality isn’t stellar, but it’ll suffice.

Audio

How blessed is the man that walketh not
In the wicked man’s advice
He standeth not in the sinner’s way
Nor is caught in the scoffers’ vice

But in the word of Yahweh
Doth he take his delight
It is his honey and bread by day
And for his head a pillow at night

He is like a tree planted by the streams
That never fails to bear his fruit
His leaf does not wither in the fiercest drought
But you’ll find him prospering through

‘Cause in the word of Yahweh
Doth he take his delight
It is his honey and bread by day
And for his head a pillow at night

The wicked man, he is not so,
But like the chaff that’s by the wind blown
He will not stand in the judgment day,
But the way of the righteous God knows

So in the word of Yahweh
Will you take your delight?
It will be your honey and bread by day
And for your head a pillow at night