Lesson - Object Writing 02 Oct
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Lesson; Object Writing 021007
Paul October 1st, 2007
Lesson, my first guitar lesson. 1975. I walk along streets of a lifeless country town. The streets have jagged edges and fall away to dusty dry dirt. It s hot, the tarmac is begining to melt it s so hot. My shoes are sticking to parts of the road it s so hot. Walking along with anticipation, being taught by one of the Hawking Brothers a famous Country and Western band. He lives near the railway track I cross over it and look along the lengths of shiny rails. Worn perfectly smooth by the feet of a thousand trains, unlike the siding which has grown a powdery rust through lack of use. There s an oil transport container that seems permanently parked down there. Sometimes we go and release the brakes, but it never moves.
His house is weather-board and memory paints a dark entrance hall, but the room where we do the lesson is washed in light. I am nervous, full of expectation and fear. He s a burly fellow with broad shoulders, quite friendly and I am welcomed in. The first thing I recall is him saying use your thumb for the bottom three strings [the low ones] and the top three strings you cover with your fingers [but not the little one]. I stare down at my pink encumberances and wonder how they ll ever wrap themselves around that big thick python of a neck, but I persist. It s beeen six months since getting the coveted guitar as a hand me down. It s a light burnt honey sort of colour and is equipped with nylon strings. I have faffed around a bit and made some in-roads; I am over the finger pain- where your finger pads need to toughen up. Until they do it s like putting your fingers on a hot plate! I play a chord or two falteringly I am a learner driver bumping down the road with bad clutch technique.
Week two brings tears. Those funny black squiggles on the page elude me. It s like they re a thousand tadpoles swimming eagerly to get off the page. I later conclude I am mildly dyslexic.
