Melodies

The sweet harmonies ringing off of a perfectly tuned guitar is a sound that fills my body with overwhelming joy. The original harsh, cacophonous sounds vibrating through the air. E is first. The sharp, almost violent sound hits a spark in my brain. Cautiously twisting the golden knobs trying to hit the right note. The little black line in the tuner moves rapidly to the right and then to the left. Staying as far away as possible from the circle in the middle. Once it hits that hollow circle the happiness of success puts a smile on my face and i move on the next 5 strings. Each following the same directions. After each string has been tuned to perfection i start strumming some simple chords, anticipating, hoping for it to sound right. If not, the exact same process begins again. Those darn golden knobs are so finicky, turn it too much one way and its a horrible flat or turn it the other way and it becomes a screeching sharp. Once the turning of the smooth gold plates give my wrist a break from winding, i rest my hand and get ready to strum the new sound. The feeling of the strings imprinting on my soft fingertips. The moment that i have been waiting for. I pick up the apple red triangular pic and place it between my right thumb and index finger. The up, down, up, up, down motion hitting the strings perfectly. The sound floating in the room, ringing flawlessly. I place my left hand on the frets and strings playing chord after chord, the acoustics can make anything better. The feeling of completeness and joy for me can simply come from a tuned guitar. Music plays a huge roll in my life. And this job of simply turning round knobs to make a wrong note sound good means something deeper to me than just tuning a musical instrument.