Don’t be afraid,
youve made it t h i s far....
Click on the link to hear my Guitar
Don’t be afraid
youve made it this far....
click on the link
to hear my guitar
Since I had memory, my father has always have a guitar on his bedroom, through the times he had changed his guitars, but in spite of this he had never changed his love for music and he had never been without a guitar. He had always had a strong passion for the rock music, he used to be in a band long time ago when he was at school, and after all that time my dad had never lose the love of playing music just for himself. When I was 10, my father has always played his old 12 chord guitar on the night just before dinner, it was normal to me to always hear music inside the house at any time at the day because of my father, is like I'm in a musician's world, and I don't feel sorry or stuck because I don't play any instrument, because that is something that I know that I was not born to do, but even so me and my mother are the silent audience on any place of the house feeling great to hear those beautiful chords of the guitar, and sometimes he doesn’t even know that sometimes our neighbors wait for the time that my father’s starts to play the guitar. But specially the guitar is the sound that makes me know what is my father feeling in that precise moment, because when he is excited or happy about something on his life like a new big project on work, he plays his old hard-rock music playlists, that are all crazy and beautiful at the same time, but never losing the way he transmit those feelings through the guitar. And there is another days that he feels stressed or having problems with his family or work, and I feel that after all, they are not bad at all, because we as a family knows that our father is stressed, then we sat in the dining room to eat this weir cheese that my mom buys and drink wine with my sister and sometimes with cousins, to listen to their songs a little more relaxed style. Because we know that the guitars that he had are just an object that represent the problems that are constantly changing, I see it somehow that we all have issues in our life’s, and if you stay with them all your life, you’ll be not able to deal with them you’ll be stuck forever on those issues that life gives you, or you will just loose that interest for the things you love to do, in the case of my father to play music with his brand new guitars.
Music is a constant, never-changing friend
that always knows just what to say.
Music is an understanding perspective
you search for every day.
Voices can lend your mind support
and lyrics can make you feel tough.
But when you listen behind the mask
there you’ll find the world of love.
Every note tells a story that dances
on the beat of a drum and vibrations of a guitar-string.
The hidden sounds are a greater treasure
than hearing gods sing.
Synchronized harmonies
calms your thoughts and soothes your tears.
In teasing melodies you’ll find
that life’s mysteries are no longer part of your fears.
Music helps your mind to forget
but your soul to remember.
Music encourages your heart
when the world thinks you’re ready to surrender.
the man lived his life, in the end, became a sad story..
wishing for her...
his morning glory.
loneliness was his plague..
walking along the concrete, his shadow amplified his defeat..
a pill for each sorrow..
doesn't care to wake for anything tomorrow..
will he ever be able to see her smile again..?
the guitar was his outlet..
& precious was his long hair, a golden crown..
like an angel to all around..
but the demons took his hand...
promised a better land, as they dragged him down...
robbed him of all his color...
he gripped tightly to what was left..
but grace slipped through his finger tips...
pages, chapters, paper & writing..
short lived escape route..
books were some of his closest friends..
little did he know, how I worried about him..
wish I could of done better..
though I was just a child, it all feels the same to me..
like I watched his growing disease of depression make progression...
the darkness overwhelmed him, & choked him in his sleep...
I knew it was the day..
& after that, I myself haven't longed to awake in the morning...
every night I doze off, tossing & turning..
I feel like i'll wake up to someone dead..
Got a parcel from a good friend
Covered with papers: I just rend
Now It's in front of me: what do I see?
A black beauty. A guitar for me!
Branded case, black head.
Brown fret, two picks, A belt
They probably call it an acoustic
Gotta find a safe place for it
Gotta find a safe place for it
To hide it from Neighbourhood kids
They'll harm it I know those freaks
Or will suck my mind and ask for treat
Oh wait! How will I learn this thing? !
Need a teacher for it to strum the strings
But fuck it let's use internet videos
Let the strings ding the way it goes
chords , tuning, so complicated !
Need a simple way, don't make me frustrated
Damn! these strings hurts like razors
It's a love-hate situation for a fresher
But now I found Marty Schwartz
He can easily teach you every chords
Removed difficulties that made fends
Taught me how to play
''Wake me up when September ends''
I love to play it Because you do too
Pretending to jam just like you do
May be one day I'll become a star?
Oh! I love it! My Black Guitar