L-48

This morning I woke up to the sound of birds chirping

At some point later today

I'll hear the kids from the school outside play

On the playground

Since 1994, I've been in the same apartment building

Living up on the third floor

If I spent my entire day never leaving the house

Those sounds would inspire me to write about my past and my future and my now

Yeah its an old elementary school

And I've been wondering what the kids from twenty to twenty-five years ago are doing now

Yeah, from my living room I can see the school on Washington

And the San Francisco bay and Russian Hill and Golden Gate Bridge

And my home is maybe only eight or nine hundred square feet

I know it may not sound like much for a retirement plan but I'd be happy to live here for the rest of my life

If I passed away to the sound of those kids playing on the playground

And this apartment's so rich with memories of friends and lovers who have come and gone

And beautiful music that's been written and recorded here

And so many Christmas's spent with my cat Pink

And with you, my dear

That would be as peaceful of a way to go as I can think of

My only hope is that I die before my girlfriend does

Because she's so much stronger than me

Her beside me while I go is how I'd like it to be

Every day of my life an adventure

I was in the studio about a month ago with a few musicians over the winter

And had to take some guitars out of some soft cases in my apartment

Put the guitars that I wanted to take to the studio inside of them

To lighten my travel

One of the guitars that I took out of the cases was a 1930s Gibson L-48

Tobacco sunburst, arched top with f holes

I bought it at a garage sale when I was in the seventh grade

For sixty dollars

I never loved the sound of it and found it to be thin

But I remember working with a great engineer over twenty years ago

His name was Mark Needham

Who did lots of records with Chris Isaak

Who also recorded my album Songs for a Blue Guitar

He told me its only the f hole style guitars that leave a lot of room for vocals

So I took his advice at the time and opted for a cheaper version of the L-48

It had a fuller sound and it was painted blue

Anyhow yesterday after a five day trip filming the tour documentary

Down the coast of California seeing the grey whales surface along highway 1 between loan park and LA

My engineer and I flew back up to San Francisco from LA

To transfer the film and audio files and label what we filmed between Chico and LA

We finished all that by 10:10 pm and I told Nathan

I want to record some guitar music for an hour before we finished that day

The closest guitar I could find was leaning behind my chair in the bedroom

It was a Gibson L-48

I have no memories of ever recording with that guitar before

But it did make the cover of "Songs for a Blue Guitar"

For the tortoise shell pick guard, completely disintegrated

I improvised to their guitar parts for an hour

And the guitar actually resonated nicely

Nathan and I agreed it had been a long day

But we would pick things up again after tomorrow after meeting for lunch at my cafe

Tomorrow is right now and as I'm finishing writing these words before Nathan shows up

I can still hear the birds and my ears are still slightly ringing from this L-48 and there couldn't be a more peaceful way to start a day of singing