With “You Are my Sunshine” and “O Christmas Tree” nearly memorized I have come to two conclusions about my harmonica:
- I should have never started lessons while battling heartburn and bronchitis.
- I like to photograph it more than play it.
To be honest the heartburn has really subsided since I gave up caffeine but I didn’t give up eating so what goes down often comes back up in a throaty, abrupt exhale. OKAY, OKAY a burp all right? Please — I’m trying to keep this blog classy. As to what were once my sinus cavities but is now the Mucus Four Seasons, well, it dominates that whole oxygen/carbon dioxide relationship and it don’t have time for “O Susanna”.
Won’t you cry for me?
This harmonica is some tricky shit*.