Just some thoughts:
I was sitting underneath the gymnasium bleachers drinking a bit of coffee before basketball practice. A routine I had been doing for some time. After teaching morning classes grab a quick cup of afternoon coffee, some conversation with two or three others when if finally hit me. “Lowell” I did not know that.
Lowell was an employee of the school system maintenance department. Really nice fella, most of the time very quite. Also the man could fix anything. I had been drinking coffee with him for a long time and it had never dawn on me. Lowell’s last name was Atkins. At least I should have asked. “You any relation to that famous guitar picker in Nashville?” “Yea, he’s my brother,” Lowell’s reply.
Chet Atkins (1924-2001) was one of the most famous guitar players, record producers, general all music person at one time in Nashville. He was so respected by his peers, fellow guitar pickers. As a fella once said ” When you see a man getting respect from the folks who do what they also do, you know that’s real respect and the person is pretty special at what they do.”
The story is told one night backstage before the start of a show (Grand Ole Opry) Atkins was sitting on a stool just pickin away, just playin some stuff for himself, doodling what some might have called it. A fella standing off to Chet’s side some feet away had been listening to him play. When Chet finished he walked up to him and said, “Boy that guitar sure is good, its plays good don’t it.” Chet stopped, got off the stool on which he he had been sitting, gently laid the guitar down and said to his friend, “How’s it sound now?”
You know it might be best to remember how good comes about. That could apply to a lot of areas, always be aware of the source.
“Guitars,”…. Don’t play by themselves. Good just don’t happen.
March 17, 2019
Posted April 10, 2019