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Under the Knife

It will be the first time and compared to other injuries I think it’s minor. Right after it happened my first reaction was, of course, to look at it. It was at that precise moment that I knew it wasn’t just a scratch.

My wife knew that it required an emergency room visit and I reluctantly agreed. After a lengthy 5 1/2 hour wait I found out exactly how bad it was; it would need the attention of an orthopedic surgeon.

I’m a musician and I play lead and rhythm guitar in a couple of local bands and an injury like mine can cause an undue amount of stress. Not to mention the jitters one might get when they find out they need a CT scan and surgery.

And yet, I keep thinking of how minor it is compared to what others have had to endure. Even when told that I need to be extremely careful with my injury because of a higher threat of infection, due to my age I guess.

Surgery will take place on Wednesday, September 15. If all goes well and I’m able, I will play guitar with my band on the following Saturday at a local eatery. If I can’t play, I at least hope to be there to hear them without me. I’ll consider it a treat to be a listener and will certainly be enjoying a cold New England IPA or two.

The Culprit
The Injured Finger (Shortly after being examined by the hand surgeon)
A New England IPA
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The 3 most important songs in my life

As a working musician, and someone who’s always had a song of some sort spinning around in my head, narrowing down the three most important songs in my life should be fairly easy. Lets see if it is….

I remember hearing the 1968 Jimi Hendrix version of “All Along The Watchtower” long before I heard Bob Dylan’s version. I wasn’t old enough to understand the calling back then, but it was there in Jimi’s guitar. A 12-year old kid, confused about so many things that were calling. Not knowing what to expect when we heard our father coming in from work, there was so much confusion, Jimi sang about it in that song, “There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.” I’m not sure there is any relief, not much in this life anyway, which is as it should be.

Love, yes, that all-encompassing emotion that hit me at an age when I probably needed it the most. Brought to me in part by the Moody Blues and “Nights In White Satin.” This one was out around the same time as “All Along The Watchtower,” 1967. Is that a significant year in my life or what? It appears to be. I fell so hard when I fell in love that nothing else mattered, I think it’s partly responsible for deafening the call of the guitar. It wasn’t until recently that it finally quieted enough to let me hear it again.

And then we jump ahead 6 years, 1973, and Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side Of The Moon.” A 17-year old kid, married, in the Navy, on a submarine even! Pink Floyd’s quintessential album somehow guided me through 4 patrols under the Mediterranean Sea. “Speak To Me / Breathe” became my theme song during long days while the Blue Crew was in for R&R. The heady scent of dope hangs in the air of my best friend’s trailer, I can still see his hand paintings on the interior walls, he was a good artist. I wonder what he’s up to these days. He’d often ask to use my car and I’d take his motorcycle, a red Yamaha, 650 CC. I didn’t have a license to drive a motorcyle, but it didn’t matter, nothing much did back then.

“All Along The Watchtower,” “Nights In White Satin,” and “Speak To Me / Breathe” became the three most important songs in my life approximately 1 hour ago.

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