A Lone Acoustic Guitar

I was born in Brooklyn NY, a mix of Italian and Scandinavian ancestors. An interesting ancestral heritage by any stretch of the imagination. Romans, Vikings, fascists, mobsters, and Norwegian heavy metal heads.

• Hey, I'm Lou, the Problem Fix-a, I fix problems......  You got a problem wid dat?"

So yeah, okay, I digress...  Let us get back to it, shall we?

So in Brooklyn, I was very young, I mean like 4 or 5 years old young. Then my mom and I left Brooklyn to move to "the island" (that is "Long Island" for all those non-New York natives).

While we lived in Brooklyn, my sister Karol and her husband Richie would be around a bunch.They may have been even living with us for a while, I am not sure... this could be a sign.... :^).

My brother-in-law had a guitar and it was the first one I had ever seen. He would sit on the couch and pick some notes, and mess with a few open chords. He would strum harder as he learned how to change faster and faster from chord to chord.  They were the open chords, the "cowboy chords" some rockers like to call 'em. He would sit back and practice those, trying to get his fingers right on the changes. He was about 20 years old at the time.

Richie could be heard in the corner singing, mostly to himself, "hang down your head Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry, hang down your head Tom Dooley, poor boy you're bound to die..."

It was a large blonde acoustic, the only one in the house and the only guitar I had ever seen.

I don't even know who made it....


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