Thursday, September 04, 2008
When Willie came in on Tuesday he asked if we had anything listed on our High Value Inventory. I told him that the only thing that I had was my china and crystal stemware and my classical guitar. He asked to see where these items were while he off handed said, " I play a little classical guitar."
I walked him into the bedroom where I keep my guitar in it's case. The poor thing was badly out of tune since I haven't really picked it up in several months.
I pulled the guitar out and handed it to him. He admired it by looking inside it, commented about it's make and then cradled it up into his right hand to play a chord with his left.
And suddenly it was very obvious that this man was an artist.
I play a little classical guitar: meaning I know a few chords and can get by.
Willie plays a little classical guitar: meaning he plays all different types of guitar. Very well, I might add.
He only played a few chords on Tuesday before he put it down. So I blurted out "I'll buy you a sandwich this afternoon if you play a little more." Because I am not above bribery.
The truth is we always feed our packers and make sure they have plenty of water and Gatorade to drink. Of course, Willie didn't now this. ;)
So I spent the whole day wanting to ask him if he really would play something for me, but he left and there really wasn't a good part of he day to ask.
But yesterday, I subtly made it known that I did not want that guitar packed until he played, and finally I was rewarded; everything was packed and he played my guitar before packing her up.
He played for less than ten minutes. From show tunes to a lovely Latin Samba. Even a little bit of the blues.
But he started with the video below. I don't know how he knew that this was one of my favorite songs growing up, but it was the perfect piece to play.
The back ground noise is the other packers taping up boxes. And the quality of the speakers on my camera make this sound so much less than what it was.
La Vida Dulce!