Summertime
I was in graduate school when I decided I wanted to learn how to play the guitar. Way back in the late 60's.
So I used my Rockefeller grad school book allowance and got myself a Lumanog.
Lumanog is synonymous with Philippine-made acoustic guitars. When someone wants an acoustic guitar, the advice is always, Get a Lumanog. It's the best.
I did.
The guitar I got had nylon strings. It had a spruce top and rosewood fingerboard. I strummed a tuneless chord when I first cradled it in my arms and thought, Hmmm, not bad. Not bad at all.
But I had to learn chords. The first song I learned?
Summertime.
It was a random choice. The song is an aria composed by George Gershwin for the 1935 opera Porgy and Bess. I didn't know then about its social implications. I just loved it for its slightly melancholy feel and the fact that it had only five chords.
Am
Summertime,
E7 Am
And the livin' is easy
Dm
Fish are jumpin'
F E7
And the cotton is high
Am
Oh, Your daddy's rich
E7 Am
And your mamma's good lookin'
C
So hush little baby
E7 Am
Don't you cry.
A winner for me.
I must confess that it felt weird learning to play and your fingers were constantly messed up a handful.
Yet I persevered, practicing every night.
I loved my guitar's resonance. It wasn't twangy. I thought the tone was quite balanced.
And I played and sang to myself, Summertime, and the livin' is easy.
The fish had been jumping for a long time and the cotton was high before I really mastered my chords.
Really.
But soon, I was crooning, rising up, singing in the mornings.
Celebrating the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
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