“When Sunny Gets Blue” is one of the greatest Blues/Jazz songs ever written. You can sing it slow and creeping with an oozing loss, or you can snap it up and make the song fast and raspy. The lyric is especially keen — you can take it as a comment on a personality, or a conundrum of living in the sunshine when the world is dark around you:
When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get gray and cloudy,
Then the rain begins to fall, pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
Love is gone, so what can matter,
Ain’t no new lover man come to call.
Many of us probably have a Sunny or two in our lives — some versions gloomier than others, but today, I want to share a 10-second memory of a ray of sun. Her friends and co-workers call her “Sunshine” and the name fits her without a fog.
Starting today, you can buy a brand-new “Deluxe Edition” of Eric Clapton‘s bright and pleasing, March 1992, Unplugged concert on MTV. Yes, you get a remastered CD, with six new songs and a DVD that curates the entirety of the MTV performance.
Every and all guitar players must purchase both the album and the video performance if you want to understand just how a light hand — a slowhand — survives in performance when blended with voice and rhythm.
Clapton is at his very best in this acoustic guitar showcase, and you really come to understand the genius of his playing. He is an old-pro master and I don’t think he’s been more interesting in anything he’s done since that historic, six-Grammy-award-winning, performance.
It’s been a long, long, time — over 20 years — since I’ve had a “true acoustic” guitar. By “True Acoustic” I mean a guitar that was created not be amplified out-of-the-box and one that is made to sound right straight from the vibrating wood into your ear.
To my aesthetic, there is really only one acoustic guitar maker of merit and delight — and that is C.F. Martin & Company. Since 1833, they’ve been building grand and beautiful works of Art that sound luscious in, and on, the ear. My first guitar was a Martin HD-28 that I had to sell to make the rent, and I have been heartbroken ever since:
However, as time and tide crushed the standard of living the young artist’s life in NYC, years later I ended up having to sell my beloved Martin HD-28 to make the rent. It was such a heart-rasping experience giving up that HD-28 that I refused allow the joy of a guitar back into my life for 20 years.
The lesson in selling a beloved to make rent is that there is no faster compression of time into space than the moments of the first of the month arriving twelve times a year. You will run out of beloveds faster than you can delay the inevitable. Confess defeat. Preserve your joy. Move on in your humiliation. Your saved beloved will later heal your broken pride. Unless, of course, you sold it — then you’re just left broken and empty and joyless.
Now, as a man of more modest means, I decided the time was finally right again to dip my toe into the acoustic Martin sea, and I knew I wanted my new guitar to be the Martin Eric Clapton acoustic — the “000-28EC” — to be absolutely specific.
We know that when you’re stuck and feeling down and foundering in a hole that the First Rule of Holes is to Stop Digging — but what if you’re trying to create a hole? What if your entire purpose is to dig deeper than you’ve ever before dared?
We are delighted to bring you — Boles Blues — the 12th, and newest, blog in the Boles Blogs Network!
This BolesBlues.com blog was founded on the notion to better centralize our articles on music, reviews and thoughts and contemplations on melody. Here is how we came to land here.
Welcome to the new Boles Blues blog — the newest member of the Boles Blogs Network!
We used to be known as Old Cooter — but before that site even went live, we decided to become Boles Blues instead — and in our next post we’ll explain who we are and what we’re doing here with you.
Thanks for visiting!