My friend Bruce and I theoretically should talk about sailing, but instead we've been talking about music. It turns out we have overlapping tastes. He just introduced me to the music of a dobro player named Jerry Douglas, and I've been listening to one of his albums for the last couple of days, mesmerized.
(Actually, to be technical, I've been listening to a cassette tape. Remember those? Listening to it reminds me of some of what I've lost converting to digital music; there is definitely a diminishment in sound quality when you compress something into mp3, and listening to this analog recording I find all this richness in the string sounds, the texture of the instruments that somehow deepens the sound. You get melody on mp3, but there's something flat about it. I'd forgotten until I started listening to this cassette tape.)
Bruce also reminded me about a guitarist I listened to years ago, a guy named Michael Hedges. It's great to remember how much I like the acoustic richness of stringed instruments: well-played guitar, mandolin, dobro, cello, upright bass. It's like running into an old friend you haven't seen for years, or rereading a favorite book and finding yourself surprised to rediscover the parts you've forgotten.