By Joshua Blake
Hi, friends! What’s new?
I’ve been trying to think of something to write – anything that’ll fill my time lately. But I can’t think of the words.
Any writers out there that know what I mean?
No? Damn. So, what’s been happening in my world of music? The bar my grandmother and I started to perform open mics at every other week shut down the musical-ness that was ensuing there.
Bummer. I think it’s been a month. The dudes that set up this little music jam were some cool, talented musicians, too.
This past Monday, my parents went into the City – that’s New York City for any of you non-New Yorkers – and my grandmother came by to help me watch my dog, Charlie.
“You wanna bring your geetar,” I asked her in a text.
We hadn’t played music together since maybe late April or early May. I can’t remember for sure.
Once she arrived, she had her music stand, guitar, and music folder in hand.
“When I saw your text I wasn’t sure if I wanted to bring it over,” she said. “But then I said ‘Yeah! Why not?”
I didn’t care what we played. I just needed to play something so I wouldn’t go crazy.
Willie Nelson, Bob Dylan, and countless other artists filled the next two hours up for us.
Oh, yeah. We played Johnny Cash’s rendition of “Hurt,” too.
It was a fun time. It was a simple time. And sometimes that’s all anyone really needs.
A way to relax.