I had forgotten how much I love you, my guitar... Shall I call you Berty?
Thank you, my beloved Akis... for reminding me of my love for this beautiful classical musical instrument and for igniting in me a new spark of love for my precious guitar... our own love spark with you, Akis!
I dream of the two of us playing the trumpet and the guitar all day long together...
My guitar teacher gentleman was right. The electric guitar does emit a scraping sound... not necessarily in the negative sense of the word.
Who would trade those rich, beautiful sounds of a classical guitar for scraping?
Although the electric one has its own charm and soul.
To each their own, right? No offense to the other guitars' variety... I just have a secret, treasured feeling of such a quiet and humble love... for the guitar, for the classical pieces of music, for flamenco, for the gentleman teacher, for my dad, for my parents who supported me, for the assemble I played in, for the lessons, for Akis, for my dreams! God, if only I had known that my dreams sounded just like the melodious voice of a classical guitar!
I thought my thing was the electric one, but nope! The classical one is an expression of my neat and cultured essence!
Music is mathematics, symmetry, technique, hand... Soul... The perfection of God...!!!
Thank you dad for buying me this very guitar... My... My favorite guitar...!