Joel and I worked at a sandwich shop in Nashville called Deli Junction. We worked days so we could play or practice at night. One afternoon while we were working, Joel got a phone call. The look on his face told me something was seriously wrong. We couldn’t both leave. He said someone had broken into the apartment. He said he would let me know what had happened.
What had happened was that someone had broken in and stolen every music and sound device in the apartment. My Martin D35 guitar, cassette recorder, stereo, tv, radio, and so forth. Joel’s room was a small room to the left of the kitchen. His Martin D35 was still there in its case.
As we sat there in the den in silence that night, we figured it must have been somebody who knew Joel, so he didn’t take his guitar. As we talked, I thought about the tv against the wall under a blanket or rug – I don’t remember which.
“They probably just figured it didn’t work, so they left it,” I said. “Let’s try it to see if it works.”
We uncovered it, turned it on, and sure as shit it worked. We laughed and everyone looked at me.
“I didn’t watch Perry Mason for nothing!”
It took a while, but we replaced the stereo, the cassette recorder and so on.
Stay tuned for what I did about my guitar being stolen.
Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.