Relic #1 – Chapel Rd.
When I was a 19 year old hotshot guitarist, a violinist friend was admiring my left hand technique. With the wisdom gleaned from his classical studies, he said, “Enjoy it now, man, because you’re at the height of your physical skills, and it’ll be all down hill from here.”
He was wrong about the time frame, but correct about the concept. Since 1996, I’ve gradually become more limited in my playing ability due to focal dystonia of the right index finger as well as the ravages of age. Because I had developed a wide variety of stylistic abilities, there is still a lot of music available to me, but I sometimes lament the loss of various parts of my repertoire. Right before I started having problems, I’d completed my second CD, “Max’s Ramble”. It’s now out of print, and, listening back, there are some tunes that make me wince…thankfully, when you lose your chops, you have to fall back on good taste, which was not always the case in my youth. But there are some tunes that I’m still proud of, so I thought I’d start posting them as relics of a bygone era, hence this first post.
We lived on Chapel Rd, near New Hope PA, for a dozen years. It was a modest cabin in the woods, with large windows and lots of barn wood along with the white walls. A long porch on one side of the house was a perfect guitar-picking site, and that’s where this tune was written. The music was published by Mel Bay in their “Fingerpicking 2000” anthology, but I’ve long since lost my copy…so it goes…
The slideshow features lots of nice guitars and good friends. I hope you enjoy the tune!