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I have many memories, and many of those memories are located by music of the time, I’m sure many of you will know that experience for yourself.
When fret is a board life takes a different tune,
from trouvere to the gods of rock,
the manipulated gut over brass
sometimes announced by a subtle, inescapable squeak,
where vibration becomes memory.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
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MattyAndAnnika, husband and wife who love to ride their bikes, and treat everyday as an Adventure.
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when literature and travel meet at the cul-de-sac
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Life, experiences and most importantly the lessons learned.
Two girls one trip
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My 13 year old granddaughter received a guitar for her birthday. At her request. She comes over on a Sunday and spends the afternoon with us showing the chords she has learned through the week. She takes lessons but gets a lot off of YouTube. Never been musical myself but after her explanations I have a new respect for guitar players. Great poem.
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Thank you so much, appreciate your story too.
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Beautiful..I can’t imagine life without music.
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Me neither, so wonderful to have it
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Loved it! Music’s saved a many lives!❤️
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Yes, it has helped me a lot too
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lol love it’s quirkiness 🙂
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Thanks Kate 😊
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I often want to launch into some musical refrain of a tune remembered in reaction to a blog. 🙂 Great poem, Paul. Moved to music as well moved by music.
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So, I’m not alone, I thought I was the only one to do that 😊
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I’m afraid not. 🙂
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I’m glad 🙂
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Music and poetry — not that the two are different — have helped me tremendously in my youthful past! (Thank you, Jethro Tull, Rush, Yes, Walt Whitman, Wallace Stevens, etc…..)
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Wow. Paul, I love this. What a great last line – – where vibration becomes memory. So powerful it popped for me. (And great photo too.) Blessings to you Paul. Debbie
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I was wondering if anyone would use fret in this way. You did…and wonderfully! Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you Patricia, I really enjoy the challenge or discipline of 5 lines – makes me think and feel more.
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Very good
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Something we both understand
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