Getting myself a guitar

I’ve discovered there are good reasons for sharing your dreams with all and sundry in the interwebs. I am the proud owner of a free guitar! Now I just have to put in the hard work of learning to play it.

There is actually a guitar hanging around at my Mum’s place that used to be my Dad’s. My older sister took off with it for a few years but now my Mum has it back and wants to keep it there. She doesn’t really have much that belonged to my Dad (they were still living like church mice and he didn’t actually own many belongings at the time he died) and various visiting relatives have pulled it out to play in holidays, so that is nice. Perhaps I shall become one of them.

Several of my Mum’s siblings have dabbled in music bands over the years. My Aunt and Uncle and their friends were actually the support act when In the Silence, the band that used to be fronted by lead-singer John Dickson, came to Tamworth and did a concert in my school auditorium (I think this would now be a source of amusement for all concerned). I still have my In the Silence t-shirt, because my friends and I were groupies. I want to wear it somewhere one day for John Dickson, who is now Director of the Centre for Public Christianity, to see. I still reckon he should break out into Steamboat every now and then.