Guitar Confession

The first touches I made were 

on the Italian guitar of my 
sister. It was in my second year
in secondary school. About
the time than that also boys
seem to grow to an understanding
that the world is larger than their
dreams. Perhaps often a
  frightening awareness that has to be
  captured in a frame of beautiful 
  freedom and the reach for some skills of 
  expression. For me, at the time, learning 
  to play the guitar was one of the ways to 
  fulfill these needs.
  With the few savings I had, I bought a
  second-, second- or even more second-
  hand electric guitar, trusting that the old
  radio I used as an amplifier to my own
  built record-player, would carry these
  tunes too. At a whispering level it did, a
  fact that was welcomed by all the family
  but me.
  So soon I traded this guitar for another
  self-made one that was as well an
  acoustic- as an electric guitar. The man
  who sold me this guitar gave me also a
  few lessons, a birthday gift from my
  parents. However, this man being a
  trumpet player, perhaps but a
  sales-man certainly, soon reached the
  end of his knowledge of how to play the
  guitar. So than all the rest I learned
  myself, mainly according to the songs
  of those days.
  Both guitars, the Italian one of my sister
  who stopped playing it, and my own that
  I rebuilt and changed its colour from
  madder deep red into a fine polished
  zinc white, had to my taste a too limited 
  expression reach. But I definitely lacked
  the money for buying a 'real' guitar that 
  would suit my needs and wants better.
  So in my summer holidays I disobeyed
  my family and took for a month a job
  as a street cleaner, also definitely a
  forming experience, but that is another
  story. With the money earned I bought
  a very nice Japanese guitar. I trusted the
  Japanese as instrument builders having
  a tradition of their own in creating good
  string music instruments. They also tried
  to conquer the Western market, I knew.
  So the offer was, as hoped, an extreme
  nice guitar for a relatively small price.
  A match I only could afford on the very
  last day of my summer job.
  I use phosphor bronze snares on it. It
  sounds simply beautiful. I  have never
  regretted buying this six stringed
  'Emperador', neither the effort that
  enabled me to do so.


"The Guitar - Guitarist"
Herbert ten Thij, oil - painting on panel.
  On a sunny Saturday morning in my first
  year as a student I strolled on the Oude 
  Gracht (Old Canal Street) in Utrecht. I 
  had an appointment with a friend, but I
  was a little too early. So I could visit first
  a little music shop in that street, that was 
  only open on Saturdays. I had the habit
  those days to listen to twelve stringed
  guitars where ever I encountered them.
  Most of the time the guitars offered were
  very disappointing, mainly because they
  were not really built as twelve stringed
  instruments, but as  common six
  stringed ones and only  poorly adjusted.
  Also this time I handed back the last of
  the three displayed guitars I tried with a
  dark look of dissatisfaction on my face.
  The shop owner who had listened to my
  playing with some interest, stopped me
  when I was about to leave the shop. He
  had another guitar that had a little
  damage from its shipment, but that
  nevertheless could be of my interest. I
  must admit that I did not have much
  expectations, believing more his selling
  intentions than other plausible motives.
  He went for this guitar to his storage
  space in the cellar of the house. I waited
  and waited. When he got back I
  immediately recognized he carried a
  Japanese made instrument. All the
  waiting was forgotten instantly. And it
  sounded nice. And it ringed clear. And it
  wept so gently. All as probably
  voices of angels would be. At last I
  found a real twelve stringed guitar !
  Because it was damaged - only a few
  scratches on the back and a glue-able
  crack in the bottom side - its price could
  be managed. Later I learned that I
  acquired a top instrument for only a
  fraction of its worth. Sometimes you
  have to be lucky, it seems. But that is
  perhaps of little interest here. I have put
  silver strings on it to complete its sound
  even more pleasantly. It is always a joy
  to play this guitar.
  Fate or fortune, I am grateful anyway.
  Nice stories have to end sadly, they say,
  as life so often does. I don't know. I am
  only angry about the loss of those vast
  seas of time I once could sail on and that
  I enjoyed so much. Nowadays too many
  obligations take my daylight hours. As a
  result also my guitars mostly hang on the
  wall of my study. The dark sound holes
  in them seem as pharaoh's mouths
  waiting silently for their soul to return.
  So they shortly speak history now most
  of the time.
  Someday perhaps -hopefully than- they
  will sing again more often as they once
  used to do, playing their part to make
  time sound and share it with me at the
  same time too.
  Here after you may find three more pages
  with also some guitar music performed.
  These pages are about illustrations and
  compositions. First you hear one piece and
  you will see one half of a white fox in the light.
  Next you will hear the second piece and you
  will see another half of the same white fox by
  the completing angle of light. Than you may
  enjoy the synthesis of both pieces and also
  the whole composition of the figure.
  Just click here or on the little white fox below
  and there you go.