My friend Jim gave me Pearl. I wrote about this here on March 5th. I’ve tuned her like a mandolin. I don’t do chords, I pick. It’s kind of a unique sound. Think of a Bluegrass ukulele tuned like a mandolin.
One story I’ve always wanted to write is one about street musicians and actually becoming one myself to see what it’s like. For years, I’ve approached publishers about doing this kind of story and nobody seems interested. I may just write it myself and see what happens. If worse comes to worse (don’t take this wrong, dear reader), I can always publish the story here.
The weather’s getting warmer (I keep telling myself that), spring is around the corner and soon my time may come. I’ve even read the ten rules for street musicians.
Will those rules apply here in Covington, Kentucky? Don’t know—will find out.
Maybe Pearl and I will become famous here in Kentucky. It could happen. I mean the pigs fly over in Cincinnati and that’s pretty damn close.
Just so you know, my next post here will be on Thursday.
(Photo taken by Jim)