Another of my new year commitments is to get back to playing the harp. LOVE the Blues harp. Nothing like it in the world. Hard to believe there was a time in my life you couldn't pay me to listen to the Blues. What was I thinking? I remember when it finally hit me, though. Sitting in a dive bar in New Orleans listening to an old Jazz Blues band. One of the guys was just wailin' away on the harp. I was hooked immediately. Within a week I found a how-to book, a cheap harp and got started on learning how to play this wonderful instrument.
I have no illusions that I'll ever play the harp as well as my heroes Junior Wells, Little Walter or Howlin' Wolf. I play purely for the fun of it. I've actually played on stage a couple of times but that courage has long since gone. Let me qualify that by saying it was "liquid" courage that got me on stage. Heck, I don't really like playing in front of my family. For now my venues are my car and hotel room. Who knows, maybe some day I'll find a quiet, little spot on Pearl Street in Boulder, with an upturned cap, playing for tips. We'll see if I can get my mojo workin'.
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