My first jams…

Unfortunately, this was a lonely trip…None of my friends listened to blues…I could share my passion only with Paris. This lonely trip continued until I met Panagiotis at my 17s.
He was making his first steps in guitar the same period that I was desperately seeking for a guitarist to join me. Well, even if he was just learning the notes, we made so much incredible jams that I still miss them…Cause, it was those simple notes, those slow and easy, but so meaningful phrases that made as realize a deep truth about playing music: You do not have to play neither fast nor complicated phrases to express what you feel…just a few notes at the right time and with the appropriate feeling. Many times later, I jammed with musicians that were experts. However, I could not share with them my feelings. They were trying to be more technicians than musicians. Well, I admit that many times I caught myself trying to persuade others that I was a “good” player. It was Panagiotis who made me change the way I was thinking. And thats what I really appreciate to him…
The jams with Panagiotis continued until our routes were separated after our graduation from the high school. We had shared jams in beaches, in the street, behind the shadow of statues…everywhere. He went to Patra, I went to Crete for studies. We had the chance to jam again during vacation, in Patra, in Mytilene…Now, I really miss him. I hope that one day we will meet again in Mytilene, in a pub that we may purchase…What do you say old friend?

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