She’s blind. Think how hard this must be. She needs a hand to read the music so I guess she must have to learn to play one measure or one phrase at a time. I can relate. That’s how I have to learn since I can read tablature but very very slowly so when I learned Jesus Joy of Man’s Desiring and the Bouree (think Jethro Tull) it was a few notes at a time. Of course, I’m nowhere near as good as she is.

There’s this wacky, senile old goat from British Columbia who must think I’m really good since he keeps asking me why I don’t teach guitar to black kids at a local community center. Evidently he doesn’t know very much about Atlanta and the kind of neighborhoods where community centers for black kids are located. He doesn’t email me very often. I think the only time he gets access to a computer is when his family lets him out of the attic where they keep him locked up. He may have some brain damage since asking the same stupid question over and over is one of the symptoms. Fortunately for him, he never comments on this site but only emails me. The regulars would tear him up and that wouldn’t be very nice to pick on someone with Alzheimer’s or a traumatic brain injury. I feel sorry for his family. Taking care of someone like that is a lot of hard work