Trashcan guitar
A little over a month ago, I found a guitar in the trashcan behind my building. I think my upstairs neighbor must have thrown it out when he moved at the end of June. There was a skateboard in there, too, but that was less interesting.
I learned how to play guitar about 20 years ago, and man it feels weird to see that in print. I’m getting old. Anyway, I’ve been playing for a long time, and I’ve been writing songs in one form or another for almost as long.
Until recently, I’ve had a pretty long bout of writer’s block, but when I found the trashcan guitar, the block lifted. I’ve written two songs since then after over six months of nothing, and the ideas keep coming. It’s been pretty awesome.
So I just want to thank the universe for putting this guitar in my path. It’s not a great guitar. It doesn’t sound awesome, and it’s got a pretty big dent on the bottom. But it’s damn fun to play, and it’s gotten my creativity flowing again.
Here’s where I should say “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” but I totally won’t stoop to clichés.
