The Great Equalizer

        Wayne is teaching me some classical music.  Lord, when he plays it is some of the most beautiful mandolin work you’ll ever hear.

        I struggle to learn and improve.  This material is outside of my standard genre and requires some work on my part.  I am always struck by how hard good sound is to come by.  My mandolin can only respond to what my brain tells my fingers to do, and whatever effort I put forth.  There are no short cuts.  One must put in the time.  I do so because I love what the music does for my soul in return for my efforts.

        The mandolin is the great equalizer.  I’ve got a few years of education under my belt, but the mandolin has no knowledge of that. It makes no difference to my mandolin if I am black or white or old or young or anything else.  It only wants to know how much I care.

        I guess it is like being a doctor.  If you’ve got all the book learning in the world, but don’t touch the patient and don’t care, it doesn’t mean a thing and would be a waste of time.

Dr. B