“Guitar player”

holiday in Spain 055.JPGFigures, Museum of Salvador Dalli, Spain (Photo: Gosia Glowacka, 11.05.2012)

Where you hear the song go there,
there they have warm hearts
bad people believe me,
They never sing.

— J.W.Goethe

Ever since I was young, guitar was the instrument that fascinated me the most. At first the dream of playing the guitar was merely a dream because of financial limitations and living a considerable distance from the nearest music schools. However, a few years later, in high school I became a scout. I loved those trips out to the mountains, Wyzyna Krakowsko-Czestochowska, and the longer or shorter camps where other scouts “were plucking strings” till 4:00 A.M. in the rhythm of shanties and songs of the music band “Old Good Marriage”! Driven by  my pure love for the guitar I finally purchased my own – a beautiful resonance box & acoustic guitar, which I still have. However, over the years the amount of duties increased, while the amount of free time decreased, and my dream and childish enthusiasm to become a virtuoso in the instrument seemed less and less… .Sentimental sounds of the guitar, however, still lies deep inside me. Listening to the guitar reminds me of pastures in Bieszczady, Szlak Orlich Gniazd, hiking from Ustrzyki Dolne to Zakopane, with all those beautiful starry nights by the fire … Maybe the next rising young generation some day might ask me: “Mom, how did the ‘Majster Bieda’ sound? ” And we will sing together all night while playing the guitar…

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