Sometimes this blogging world leads me down paths I don’t really want to take. What place does an Ibanez guitar have in a travel blog? But it is an instrument of great beauty, and though he rarely plays it these days, a treasured possession of my son’s.
You’re used to seeing my daughter sashay through my pages, with her inimitable flair and style. James, though, would not appreciate an appearance here, though he’s happy enough to perform in another venue.
He’s a left hander who started his musical journey as an Iron Maiden fan. A proud moment when he was in sixth form college was having Janick Gers (a local lad made very good) from Maiden come to their new recording studio. The photo still lives on my study wall, and I won’t embarrass James by showing it here.
His real love is recording, though he loves to play too. Down the years I have followed his musical tastes, sometimes with real pleasure, sometimes with horror. Instruments have come and gone, but these days it’s not so much the instruments that occupy every available space in his bedroom (and beyond!) It’s the array of sound pedals and gadgetry which I totally fail to appreciate. There’s little beauty to them.
Many have graced his pedalboard, and I do remember a pretty yellow one. A little like photography, nothing comes ‘untampered with’ these days, and James will spend many happy hours on his laptop, composing and mixing the sounds.
For me there is nothing quite so fine as listening to my son strum his guitar and sing.