| I was born in a small town to a mother,and father who loved me.My mother was a good person,and my dad is almost a legend in my mind.He died when I was young,and I don't remember him well,but I loved them both.He was a fine musician,and perhaps some of that was passed on to us kids. Naturally;we boys(four of us)learned to sing like the sweetest birds(tweet,tweet). My first two brothers played guitar(the oldest also played blues harp),especially my second brother.He did all things well.Arts,science,play the guitar,you name it,and he was good at it! My youngest brother played the harmonica,and sang like his life depended on it.Perhaps it did. Me?I started on the blues harp,but soon abandoned it in favor of the guitar.I have a one track mind(at best two),and I couldn't divide my attention between the harmonica,guitar,and singing,so I stuck with what I knew(singing),and what would allow me to do that(the guitar). My younger brother,and I used to hang around a park,near where we lived,singing old,and not so old blues songs.We had a lot of fun,and because we harmonized well,we drew crowds. If I hadn't left maybe we could have made it big;but that's neither here nor there. Anyway.To make a long story short(and it is a long one!)my little brother is the only one of us playing seriously anymore. I saw him a few years ago,and we did a little of our old stuff.It sounded good,but a lot of water has passed under that bridge,and I doubt we'll ever play together again... |
