Relative Something

Amid the recent stress of the day-job, and the move preparations, I find myself reaching for the mandolin a lot lately. After the initial attraction of receiving this instrument as a gift, and getting one lesson from master mandolinist, Peter Ostroushko, my infatuation slowly faded. I went back to the guitar I was already familiar with.

But the pull of the mandolin is irresistible. And the small size makes it wonderfully easy to handle. Most important, it makes a really great sound. My mandolin has found its way back to the front of the line for me. I have even downloaded an app that is helping me discover how to play more chords. One of the reasons I put it away for a while, was due to my not being able to find chords as easily as I can on my guitars.

Luckily, picking away at melodies is entertaining enough that it makes up for my lack of knowing chords. Lately, if I’m not packing for our move, or stuck at the day-job, I’m plucking whatever song finds its way to my finger tips. I think I heard a couple of show tunes wafting out of it last night.

“I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair…”