Yesterday, I had an opportunity to share lunch with two local guitarists. I picked up Johnny G. (the living in poverty former student and amazing guitar finger picker) and Chris Bozung (the builder of, some of the finest acoustic guitars being built today and a very good guitar player himself).
When I got to Johnny G's he came out with one of his five gallon water containers and put it in the back of the truck. We pick up Chris Bozung about 30 minutes later and I go through introductions. At lunch, they talked about different kinds of music and different playing styles. I just listened--isn't that what you do when you cannot add to the conversation. After lunch, we headed back to Chris's shop. On arrival Chris invited us into his shop and Johnny G. had to grab a quick smoke. It's January- so Chris and I went on into his shop. Chris said to me, "just finished repairing that 50s Kay archtop on the table and Johnny is welcome to play it if he wants." I told Chris to just tell him when he came in.
When Johnny came in Chris told him, "there's an old KAY on the table that I just repaired and put a new set of strings on and it could use some playing if you'd like." Johnny G. removed his glasses and cigarettes from his shirt pocket and picked up the old Kay.
Of course he had to do a "little" tuning and then began his five finger pickin'. He played a couple he had written and a three or four we knew. Johnny G. was pickin' and I was grinnin' and Chris was watching Johnny's fingers like a Redtail hawk watching a haystack.
When he finished picking, Chris told him he played the same style as his friend, the late Pete Huttlinger. Chris said, Pete would have loved meeting you and picking with you.
What a great way to spend two and a half hours!
O, yeh, we stopped at a friends house and got five gallons of water.
When I got to Johnny G's he came out with one of his five gallon water containers and put it in the back of the truck. We pick up Chris Bozung about 30 minutes later and I go through introductions. At lunch, they talked about different kinds of music and different playing styles. I just listened--isn't that what you do when you cannot add to the conversation. After lunch, we headed back to Chris's shop. On arrival Chris invited us into his shop and Johnny G. had to grab a quick smoke. It's January- so Chris and I went on into his shop. Chris said to me, "just finished repairing that 50s Kay archtop on the table and Johnny is welcome to play it if he wants." I told Chris to just tell him when he came in.
When Johnny came in Chris told him, "there's an old KAY on the table that I just repaired and put a new set of strings on and it could use some playing if you'd like." Johnny G. removed his glasses and cigarettes from his shirt pocket and picked up the old Kay.
Of course he had to do a "little" tuning and then began his five finger pickin'. He played a couple he had written and a three or four we knew. Johnny G. was pickin' and I was grinnin' and Chris was watching Johnny's fingers like a Redtail hawk watching a haystack.
When he finished picking, Chris told him he played the same style as his friend, the late Pete Huttlinger. Chris said, Pete would have loved meeting you and picking with you.
What a great way to spend two and a half hours!
O, yeh, we stopped at a friends house and got five gallons of water.