The other night I went over to Cary and Rebecca’s apartment in Palm Desert. I really needed to get out of the house, but I was really tired. When I’m really tired, or otherwise mellow, I feel like playing my guitar … so I brought the guitar over with me.

When I finally sat down and started chatting with Rebecca she told me to play a song.

“Nah,” I told her. “I’ve only been playing a few weeks. I don’t really know anything. I’ll strum though, and maybe I’ll play what I know when I get into the groove.”

So we talked, and I strummed. I plucked out the notes to El Scorcho. Cary was back in her bedroom vacuuming and I started to feel pretty good about singing … so I broke out into song.

I got through the first verse fine … great in fact. For some reason my voice sounded much smoother than any other time I remembered playing the song.

Then the chorus hit … or rather, then Cary stopped vacuuming and poked her head around the corner. She just leaned up against the wall and watched me play. All of a sudden I realized there were two girls sitting there watching me play the guitar. My voice was sounding good and they were looking at me and darned if I didn’t see a little swoon in their eyes! I got real self-conscious real quick!

I looked at my hands the rest of the song.

The chorus didn’t sound that great. The next verse sounded just as good as the first. More icky chorus. Another good verse and I was done.

I think I’m going to have to do that more often

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