We were walking back to our cabin. My beloved and I had just attended the first “elegant” dinner on our cruise. For me, elegant means clean undies, deodorant, and shoes. But this time, I had to make to make an effort. I had to look like a girl.
It was a little overwhelming, and I had had some practice attempts at dressing up…
This particular night on board, everything went fine.
I realized I hadn’t packed a hair brush, but then remembered that I hadn’t actually owned a hairbrush since 2007.
It was when we were walking from dinner that we heard it: music.
Soulful, touching, real music. A funky bass that sought to compliment an acoustic guitar. A voice full of husk and heart. And it was a female playing the guitar. Playing the guitar beautifully as she sung.
I was transported back to the times when this was what I did. Making music. Loving it. I know the buzz of being live. The burning fingertips from steel strings. The microphones, the secret hand signals between players. I know it and I miss it. Five arm surgeries have left my beautiful Maton largely untouched for the past couple of years. And it’s like missing a limb or a section of my heartbeat.
My beloved and I paused, and took in the music. From soul to jazz to blues to pop to rock, this woman played it all. I was impressed, I was jealous… And I was inspired.
The duo playing are called Soulfire. The woman with the VOICE and the GUITAR is a very cool chick named Sam Crane. And because of the way the cruise ship was created, Soulfire were currently pressing their music into almost every level. It was like a warm glow, a glow that reminded me that music is my home.
And so, I was inspired.
More determined than ever to get back to my guitar playing and djembe, I vowed that I would wear my wrist brace as often as possible to assist in the tendon recovery. It was a new day, damnit. I was ready to take on the world.
Of course, the next night I fell over on my way back to the room. Went down like a sack of shit and wound up with a broken ankle. Couldn’t wear the wrist brace as I needed to use my hands to help me get around.
But there’s a song that tells it like it is:
You can’t stop the music.