Picking and Grinning At The Camp

I told my wife that I wanted her to take a picture of me like this in case anything were to…um…happen to me….I want to be cremated, and my ashes spread at the cottage, like all good cottagers.

But I also wanted people to remember me as a musician, a guy that could pick up a guitar at a campfire and entertain everyone for hours on end, picking and grinning…singing all their favorite songs.

You know what I am talking about. The kind of guy that always brings his guitar to the party and everyone is glad he did. He starts playing and everyone sings along, and there is no end to the songs he can play and sing, making the cottage campfire a wonderful occasion for all ages.

So I got my acoustic guitar that my darling daughter gave me, and my cowboy hat and my rubber boots…which have nothing to do with the singing, but it’s the camp OK….and set to work, pickin’ and a grinnin’

I got the grinning down pat….shame I can’t play one single song on the guitar. Someday I need to take some lessons….

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5 thoughts on “Picking and Grinning At The Camp”

  1. The boots could be your trademark!

    That "shame I can't play a note" line reminded me of Ferris Bueller's Day Off when he made a horrible sound on a clarinet, before proudly announcing, "I never had ONE lesson."

    Maybe you could take lessons during the rainy weekends. God knows there's been enough of them.

    It's beautiful all week… every week… until I get within about 10 miles of the cottage on Friday nights. Takes about 30 seconds to go from mist to "Better Build the Ark" rain.

    On Saturday mornings, we take bets on whether it will be 5 or 6 p.m. on Sunday afternoon… when it's time to go… that the clouds will give way to blue skies… again.

    All the while, of course, the always-wrong Weather Network is proclaiming that there is a 10% POP for the next 24 hours. Oh, to suck at one's job so badly and still get paid…

    By the way, I'm going to market Al Gore VooDoo dolls. Global Warming my arse….

    Maybe you could write (and play) a country song about Al Gore stealing our summer?

  2. I always thought it would be wonderful to sit down to a piano or with a guitar and just play and sing to the delight of others. It's never happened. You sure look like you could play!

  3. Greg, you crack me up every time!

    New England Life, I believe that if I look the part maybe nobody will notice I can't play.

    Knatolee, those are my favorite boots, I wear them all the time, although the wife frowns when I wear them to parties.

    Shellmo…well…hmmm the first song is the one that hooks them for the rest so it has to be a good one. I am thinking a rousing Born To Be Wild or perhaps a version of Elton John's Crocodile Rock. Later on in the night I will switch to a country love song like Here In The Real World. Oh if only I could play…..

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