Month: March 2025

Available Music

“Give me a guitar lesson Dad.” Hollynn demanded earlier this week. So I sat her on my lap and showed her the difference between a downstroke and an upstroke. We then had to back up and learn how to hold the pick. I’m not sure if there is a right way or a wrong way to hold a pick. Maybe there is just a faster or slower way. Or a more accurate way.

I didn’t get into all of that, I just showed her how to hold the pick to make the strokes easier for her. I didn’t show her how to make guitar face though. That comes natural with concentration.

I had a student calling the pick a “chip” the other day. That was a first for me.

It was a nice to see her show interest in the guitar, although she does tell me this quite often, “Let’s look at guitars on your phone Dad.” Maybe she’ll end up playing, it is hard to know. I certainly won’t discourage it.

How do you know if your child is going to stick with an instrument? This is the kind of question that parents are really asking when they ask for guitar recommendations. It is an economic question, will I get a return on my investment, or will this be money blown? Do parents ask those questions when they are shopping for video game consoles?

Yo Yo Ma, one of the most recognizable classical musicians in the world and possibly the only cellist that many can even name, didn’t arrive at the cello until he sampled the violin and the piano. I have also witnessed parents force an instrument on a child and the child never fully embrace it.

Whether or not she will play guitar or not doesn’t really matter, but the important thing right now is she has access to the guitar. I think it is good to make a lot of things available to children: books, art supplies, and musical instruments.

When I was her age, the guitar was not available to me. I was allowed the occasional glimpse at my Dan Dan’s old guitar. It was like visiting a museum: look, but don’t touch. It was purchased for him very dearly by my Gram back in the 70s, and he babied it until he died. After that, the guitar transitioned from a musical instrument into an heirloom.

I understand that feeling of wanting to take care of an instrument, especially if it cost a lot of money. I once picked up my unlatched guitar case after youth service, and my Martin fell out onto the floor with a kerang and a sickening crack. I quickly surveyed the damage: a severe case of case bite—where the guitar finish is marred by the metal latches that protrude along the edge of the case. I was sick to my stomach for weeks every time I looked at the case that I was too afraid to open.

I don’t let the kids wail on a few of my more valuable guitars without supervision from me, but I do let them play on them. There are other guitars just laying around the house that anyone is free to pick up and plink around on. We keep an eye out for any used musical instruments at thrift stores and yard sales for this purpose and view it as an investment in our children’s music education. I believe that Hollynn’s request for a guitar lesson is a direct result of familiarity with the instrument. For her whole life guitars have been a part of the furniture in our home.

She just had another lesson. It only lasted about three minutes, but she did show some improvement in her fine motor skills. If that is the most she gets out of guitar lessons then I think buying that old guitar at the thrift store for $7 was money well spent.

I have a drum student who doesn’t even own a set of drums. Fortunately, he lives very close to the church, where drums are available. I think he’ll end up owning a set pretty soon at the rate that he is catching on. I am sure that his parents fully understand the risk of buying an expensive set of drums on the chance that he will learn, especially if neither one of them knows how to teach him. And that brings us back to the question, How do I know if my child is going to stick with an instrument? The answer is, you don’t. But they will have a much slimmer chance if you don’t make instruments available.

It is our goal to create an atmosphere of learning at home. Creative play and curiosity are some of the most natural ways to learn. So buy that old thrift store keyboard and don’t treat it too precious when the child explores on it.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6 KJV

Train up a child in the way he should go [teaching him to seek God’s wisdom and will for his abilities and talents], Even when he is old he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6 AMP

If you have a child showing interest in music lessons and are unsure where to start, contact me at zanewells@yahoo.com for a free consultation.

Fog

I had to drive in the fog this week. I’m not talking about the kind of patchy fog you drive through while you’re crossing a bridge and then you are back in the sunshine. No. I drove for two and half hours through the kind of fog in which Edgar Allan Poe set all of his stories.

I had to drive in the fog this week. I’m not talking about the kind of patchy fog you drive through while you’re crossing a bridge and then you are back in the sunshine. No. I drove for two and a half hours through the kind of fog in which Edgar Allan Poe set all of his stories. At least that’s the thick fog that I imagine when I read him. So naturally, I decided to do some drive-by photography. I love a good foggy morning; it makes me feel like Sherlock Holmes. A damp haze like this gives me a craving for a good mystery. For whatever reason, fog pulls on my creative nature. I was feeling pretty inspired and artistic in this dreamy landscape until I passed a big chicken truck that had turned over in the ditch just outside of Natchitoches. That wreck halted my daydreaming and caused me to slow down and give my undivided attention to the road, at least for a little while. Then I began to wonder if any of those chickens made their escape into the mist. I hope they did. I love a good escape story as much as I love a foggy morning. Maybe they took up with the herons in the swamp.

As much as the fog tugs on my imagination, I’m glad that it isn’t foggy all of the time. It can be stressful when you cannot see very far ahead of you. I imagine that’s what happened to that poor truck driver. He probably had to take evasive action to avoid killing someone he only saw at the last split second. Who knows?

The wrecked truck reminded me of something I learned about as a teenager following the progress of Operation Iraqi Freedom in the newspaper; The Fog of War. Originally a German term, it describes how the chaos of battle brings confusion and situational uncertainty to soldiers—and even top brass—who often become disoriented and are unsure of what to do next. I have never been in combat, but I have been in a lot of fog, and I can appreciate the analogy. My cousin Mark got disoriented in the fog on the Coosa River once during a fishing tournament. He navigated his bass boat by GPS right up out of the river and into the woods. I think the problem with disorientation is you don’t know you are disoriented until it is too late.

The vicissitudes of life can put us in a fog. The beauty of that fog and the creativity that it inspires is hardly ever seen in the moment except by the rare longsighted optimists, or the visionaries who are gifts to humanity. The rest of us only see the beauty in hindsight-that is if we make it through. There have been a few-and thank God only a few-truly foggy patches in my life. Times when you can only see as far as the next step and you aren’t fully sure of that; when you have all but lost direction; and when the mist has nearly halted any progress you thought you were making. It may take a while, but eventually we can look back and see the beauty of those times. And, with a twinkle in our eye and compassion in our voice, even recall them with joy and hope, and tell about them to someone going through their own fog.

We are often tossed and driven on the restless seas of time

Somber skies and howling tempests oft succeed the bright sunshine

But in that land of perfect day, when the mist has rolled away

We will understand it better by and by

This fog the other day covered a large swath of Louisiana. A friend who was working on the other side of the State that morning was telling me how foggy it was for him too. I’m glad I wasn’t in it alone. Eventually the fog “burnt off” as he put it, and it turned out to be a bright sunny day. But I’m glad I got these pictures. I didn’t want you to think I was exaggerating.