“Love For Sale” was the beginning. Had to transpose melody and chords on the spot. No way. Forty three years, countless gigs and nothing. Good grief! Time to change. Back to the wood-shed. Mastery of the guitar was the goal. Jazz was and is the vehicle. Al Vescovo introduced me to the cats. Mike Saluzzi saw my potential and tutored me on. Jamey Aebersold two, five, one cadences, getting it together, how to play jazz, how to learn tunes, which tunes to learn. Fake books. Ted Mayer hipping me to the band in a box, gigs and students. I suck, more practice, I suck less. Every Tuesday, guitar night with John Pisano, what was that song? Shapes, intervals, metronomes, practice and more practice. Soon the songs started to show up. Forever More, Chicken Breath, Twelve Bars On Friday, slowly they started to take form. William Bongiovanni said OK to playing along on bass. Korey Mall said OK a short time later with his drums. Sometimes six, seven, eight hours a day, practicing, learning, picking it out. No golf, Zazen, just sit. Forever More Lovers embrace as the setting sun Goes down in the west The ocean blue slowly turns to grey The day comes to rest The shoreline runs away to the south A point lies in between There are no words that can be used to Define what this can mean You know that we have Been in this Place once before The silence of the ending day speaks To us forever more Lovers awake as the rising sun Comes up in the east The ocean grey slowly turns to blue We gather for the feast The shoreline runs away to the south A point lies in between There are no words that can be used to Define what this can mean You know that we have Been in this Place once before The silence of the ending day speaks To us forever more ©2008Terry Medeiros/Guard Dog Music