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Serenading Guitar

 

It was the summer of '72 on a hot summer night. I was rather lonely that night because I couldn't find my friends that I usually hang out with. It was dark outside and I was laying on my bed reading a book. I lost track of the time and began to get sleepy, so I put my book away and turned off the light for sleep.

As soon as I laid my head down on the pillow I couldn't move?! I felt a cool tingling sensation come over my body, I got goose bumps. I could hear some kind of wrapper being rolled up and tossed. I lay there trying to move, it was very quiet. All of a sudden there was someone standing there at the side of my bed wearing cowboy boots. I couldn't look up or in any other direction. Then I heard a guitar begin to play. It was soft and so lovely, music I had never heard before. It went on for some time and I felt this sadness as if the guitar player was telling me something through the music. It touched me to my soul. I remember I just wanted to cry, but I couldn't.

I lay there in my room listening until the guitar player stopped. All of a sudden I could move, I sat up in bed as fast as I could but no one was there?! I even looked for the wrapper I heard being crumpled up and tossed on the floor, nothing. I just sat there with the lights on trying to process what had just happened, was it a dream? I just knew it wasn't. I finally calmed down and turned off the lights to go to sleep. As soon as my head was on the pillow the whole episode started all over again?! I couldn't move and my body had this weird kind of tingling sensation. I've never heard the melody before or since. But I could feel those guitar cords being played all the way to my soul. It was so beautiful, sad and sweet at the same time. I still remember this happening from time to time, and wonder...

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Cherubim (8 stories) (106 posts)
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2 weeks ago (2019-10-09)
There are musicians in my family. I don't know a lot about the history of my ancestors like so many do. I was apprehensive the whole time this strange melody was being played. I'd love to know more about the song! I knew nothing of the neighborhood at that time in California. ❤ Thank you AugustaM for taking the time to read my story.
AugustaM (5 stories) (891 posts)
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2 weeks ago (2019-10-07)
I remember my first camping trip where after a utterly sleepless first night of stormy weather and sounds that to my child's mind could not possibly have been anything other than the approaching footsteps of large hairy bloodthirsty beasts - I dreaded the prospect of nightfall on the second night. When at length I may my head on the pillow, soft guitar music started up. I have no reason to believe that the serenader was anything other than a completely mortal being in the next camp site but -just the same- he kept the music up all night and just knowing by its sound that somebody was out there let me rest soundly - I know what comfort such music can bring.

Your experience is fascinating - do you have any late musicians in your family? Do you know the history of your home/neighborhood? This fellow sounds like he has a story to tell.
Cherubim (8 stories) (106 posts)
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4 weeks ago (2019-09-26)
No, it was more crinkly like cellophane. Strange, but at the time I knew a lot of musicians and would sometimes get invited to private parties to listen to them play their guitars and other instruments. I LOVE music and we'd have sing a longs. I like what you said about it's solely for the listener. For the most part I was a lonely teenager. Thank you for your comment. ❤
silverthane61 (77 posts)
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4 weeks ago (2019-09-26)
I immediately thought of a guitar player I once knew that would put in a stick of gum just before playing his guitar. I wonder if the sound of the wrapper was something like that? Ethereal melodies are often meant solely for the listener.

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