Saturday Night Soul
Another night of insomnia. Up late, scrolling social media when I ran across a Twitter post asking us to name the greatest guitar solo of all time. Down the rabbit hole, I go!
Do you want to come along? If so, kick back and read on…
The first guitar solo that came to mind was Prince owning the stage with Tom Petty, Steve Winwood, Jeff Lynn, and the boys playing While My Guitar Gently Weeps. I’m a big fan of The Purple One in case you didn’t know.
A lot of people listed Freebird by Lynyrd Skynyrd as their favorite. Yeah, that one rocks. Never gets old.
I love seeing first-time reaction videos like Shaq. Can you imagine hearing Freebird, Comfortably Numb, or Texas Flood for the first time? Gives me goosebumps just thinking about it!
I love all musical instruments, but nothing affects me like the guitar. I wrote a poem about it once titled Blues Cafe.
Let’s slip away
to the Blues Cafe,
that secret place,
in the smoky dive,
of your mind,
where steel strings
scratch your spine
like manicured fingernails,
That poem was inspired by Serves Me Right To Suffer by Van Morrison and Johnny Lee Hooker. Music inspires a lot of my poetry.
Who needs drugs when you got the guitar?! When those strings scream, dopamine flows through me like a healing waterfall from head to toe. Takes me away to another dimension where I feel no pain. No worries, no drama, just becoming one with the music and universe. The perfect escape!
I was so inspired after watching all these guitar gods that I bought a guitar! I’ve always wanted to play the piano and guitar. I purchased a keyboard last week and this week a guitar. Look out, Runaways! Just kidding. I know Joan Jett and Lita Ford live among the guitar gods!
Once during summer vacation at Panama City Beach, I was parked next to a giant four-wheel-drive truck at a pet store. This beautiful blonde-haired lady, who looked like she was in her late 30’s or early 40’s, came out of the pet store and looked right at me as she walked in front of my car to get in her truck.
She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen her before. Then, it dawned on me as our eyes met again. I think she must have read my mind when I thought, IS THAT LITA FORD? She gave me a knowing smile as she drove away. I missed my fangirl moment!
I am serious about learning how to play a musical instrument before I depart this world. I just can’t bear dying with my music inside me. Music, poetry, art is meant to be shared with the world.
In the meantime, I will rock on and remain grateful for the technology that enables us to relive the most memorable music moments in history!