The guitar was a gift, but I never learned how to play. It was a gift though because it seemed like someone was always picking it up and playing and singing. I always wanted a place where musicians hung out and played earnest songs. Kevin, aka Big Pink, Slimmy Slim, Flaco Blanco and a bunch of other ridiculous aliases, would often stop by to the place on Third Avenue, the apartment he lived in for a short time, the place where he met his future wife and mother of his child, and he would invariably pick up the guitar. When he wasn't strumming the ballad of Steve & Jessica, a favorite song of his, he'd have a try at a Springsteen song. Here he is singing The River. It's moving, or maybe it's just me.
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