wood and steel




Wood and steel….strings stretched across a soundboard…..soundhole…frets….headstock….tuners.

What was it about a guitar that captured my attention so completely?

That’s funny how something infiltrates itself into your life and doesn’t let go.

I was driving the mail around yesterday…..and listening to the radio….satellite radio (!)….and settled on a station called “spa” for a while.

The bulk of the music on spa is really kind of boring, if you get down to it.

It’s hard to stay awake when you listen to “spa”.

I needed something to counter the nervousness of trying to finish the route quickly so that I could make it to Nate’s school to pick him up when it let out…..so….I listened to “spa”.

(That’s like trying to take a nap after you finish a cup of coffee….or….like the person who has to take 20 different prescriptions trying to balance out the side-effects.)


Maybe it’s just me listening to “spa”….driving the mail around.

Anyway….what was I saying?

Oh…..”spa”….wood and steel….guitar.

Every once and a while, they’d play some solo guitar.

Now, sometimes, it was just painful newage noodling….repetitive and unimaginative….horrible.

But….sometimes they’d play something so beautiful and well constructed that it really stood out in the mix….and it helped me remember that a guitar can make so much good music ….all by itself.

Piano is that way, too. The simple stuff is what I like….a well constructed chord hanging in what was silence a moment before.

How much music goes unrecorded….floating around in space somewhere?

How many birds worry about where their song goes?


They just sing.

Anyway….wood and steel.

That’s pretty simple.

How did we get the music inside of us, anyway?

All these gifts…..

Why’d God do that?


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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