Reflections
Some musicians don't simply play their instruments. They have relationships with them.
He called his guitar Loretta.
Watching him play, I began to understand why.
Some nights he talked about her like a mistress who was unhappy with him. Other nights, they made sweet love together.
And you could hear the difference.
There was passion in it. Frustration. Affection. Maybe even a little heartbreak.
Beautiful, tragic, and powerful all at the same time.