Saturday, August 1, 2009

Harmonica

Anyone can play the harmonica.
Most can get good at the harmonica in a year if they practice.
One time I jumped off the Pirates of the Carabean ride at Disneyland and slowly played a pirate tune as boats passed. Even though I was dressed in plain clothes, tourists thought I was really a mechanical pirate. Pirates love harmonicas.

Bob Dylan is a poet. His harmonica plays a poem. Wavering, whining about the loneliness of the open road and love lost. Whistling camp fires, and carrying the listeners forward to the rythm of a locomotive. Tramps love to play harmonicas in rail cars.

Anyone can afford a harmonica. Thats why slaves played them. Call and response, blues tunes are carried by the harmonica. Most of the time it is an intermittent sound. Like an old grandpa piping out wisdom in a salty vernacular.

My own harmonica is rusty from neglect.

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