Rediscovering the Guitar

12/1 12:29 a.m. Umoja apartment

I just played guitar with the nicest man named Poppi for about two hours. Most
of the time we just played. We didn't even need to talk, we just communicated
through our music. He grew up in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (then Zaire) and his father refused to let him pursue music. He insisted that Poppi study math, which he did until his father passed away. Now he is a briliant musician and plays in a band but is currently attending school, so doesn't have as much time to play. We played some relaly laid back jazz and I rediscovered some nice progressions and even taught him one he really liked. His soloing style is beautiful and when I
asked him about it, he said he simply plays from the structure of the chords starting from different places on the neck. It's wonderful how nights like this one just seem to happen over here. I am truly rediscovering the guitar.