Here is my first sketch in quite a while. From my perch in my bedroom, I see there paintings, my dresser with two caps hanging from the drawer knobs. I drew a memory of my brother Michael who is no longer with us.
I just listened to a recording of the Sour Mash String Band, a group I was in a long time ago. We played at the very first New Jersey Folk Festival in 1976. I play much better now.
I have some substantial finger calluses from playing my violin a lot. I used to have them when I played before (more than 20 years ago), and even before that, when I was taking lessons as a kid. This is physical evidence that I’m on my way to being violinist again.
