 | | 2014-06-11 18:51
From blog Amy Nelson
My guitar story
I remember turning into a wide-eyed baby when I first heard somebody play the guitar in a finger-picking style. It was like watching sunbeams poke through the curtains after a night where moonlight had too many hours, all of my life's troubles gathered together and suddenly grew smaller by the marriage of ten fingers and six strings. I felt like I had discovered the meaning of life and I was only sixteen. Listening to a guitar played the way that suits me best is pure wonderment, the same kind of firefly glow others might find when they go to Disneyland or when somebody catches their first fish, it is magic like being born is magic. From the moment...
► See the original article on the blog
| | • Popularity: 0
• Photos: 28
• Language: English
► Her other outfits
► Details on the blog
|
