The first time I recall having a feeling that overcame me was when I was a teenager. That feeling came to me when my best friend picked up his guitar and played, pitch perfect from his soul like he was born to do it. A savant, if you will and his guitar playing skills were so profound, they far exceeded my limits as I knew them.
As if I were Antonio Salieri to my friend's Mozart. As if God himself commissioned him to paint the scenes from Genesis on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. The next time this feeling overwhelmed me was Aug 22, 1981, in the form of one Edward Van Halen. From the onset of "On Fire" to the set finale, "Ain't Talkin 'Bout Love," I was gripping like a man on a runaway train. Eddie could have had a face like the back of a hair brush but the talent of God himself.
James 1:17: Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of Heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
"Shifting shadows," the scripture says. Friends, there wasn't one shadow to be had that night at the Van Halen show but that one of my doubts about my own abilities.
My last "burning bush" experience happened as my dear friend and colleague, Raymond looked on. The date was July 30th, 2009, and the venue was the Variety Playhouse. The man that took the stage that night was none other than Tommy Emmanuel and he took it like a gunfighter- all alone. "Virtuoso" isn't even the word to describe his talent. He played as effortlessly as an eloquent swan swims across a placid lake. You never see the swan's feet as she glides, nor did you see Emmanuel sweat a chord progression.
What brings all this to mind on this beautiful Taylor guitar? Nothing except the beauty and craftsmanship she beholds. Perfection personified in truth. This guitar reminds me when you see such a thing and are awestruck when you did. Musicians aren't the only ones that possess such gifts. Craftsmen possess these gifts as well.
As for this guitar? Well, she's Brazilian with a Sitka top and was custom- ordered and hand- picked by Bob Taylor for a mutual friend his and mine. The tone is as clear as a fall day overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains and is a majestic masterpiece.
Antonio Salieri: I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink strokes at an absolute beauty.
I, too have gazed upon absolute beauty and I still remember the wonderment. Hope you do as well my friends.