The texture of my foundation consists of six parallel lines of nylon or wound steel, lying like triple train tracks on a thin bed of polished wood. This unusual platform is not a place to set my feet, but a perfect retreat for my fingers and hands, and a cherished home for my heart. Brave fingers, in turn press, caress and invite sounds to emerge, to birth themselves. I become the midwife who catches the precious newborn chords and melodies, my condensed soul musings now audible. Loving fingers, willing gatekeepers to a deeper realm, dance on my wood and string matrix. My beloved guitar becomes a stage of choice and possibility, kindly inviting everything not yet whispered to become known.Copyright © Bentley Kalaway 2009
Bentley Kalaway Music
2 comments:
I love the Botticelli Venus with the guitar! Good job on that.
Beautiful and poetic words about the creative struggle.
Wonderful words of musical inspiration. I will pick up my good friend, my Fender, and spend quality time together today. Thank you.
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