I decorate my guitars with floral motifs, and sometimes behind me are the paintings I sell. An elderly lady came up, picked up one of the guitars and said, "I like it, but I don't know what wall to hang it on."
Once, before a gig, and before cell phones, I was stung by a bee on my finger, and it was too late to cancel. I had barely played a couple of songs, when one story came to mind, then another... In the end, I concluded that it was not a gig but a class.
I keep old guitars and repair them. I love them as friends.
“You made my heart sing.”
“Jellypalooza '22 - 10yrs”