Bought a beat up six string, in a secondhand store / Didn’t know how to play it, but he knew for sure / That one guitar, felt good in his hands / Didn’t take long, to understand / Just one guitar, slung way down low Was a one way ticket, only one way to go / So he started rockin’, ain’t never gonna stop / Gotta keep on rockin’, someday gonna make it to the top / And be a juke box hero. They say hindsight is 2020. For many people, 2020 is all about hindsight as nostalgia takes center stage. Before the pandemic, as my guitar gently weeped, it found itself set aside for computer created riffs. But in March, Quarantine Age Wasteland set the stage for a six string comeback. Somewhere along the way, people stopped bumming and started strumming. Guitars have struck a chord. “It’s not just graying baby boomer men looking to live out one last Peter Frampton fantasy. Young adults and teenagers, many of them female, are helping to power this guitar revival, manufacturers and retailers said, putting their own generational stamp on the instrument that rocked their parents’ generation while also discovering the powers of six-string therapy.” Alex Williams in the NYT: Guitars Are Back, Baby! I got my first real six-string / Bought it at the five-and-dime / Played it ’til my fingers bled / Was the summer of ’69. (Beats the hell out of the summer of Covid 19.)

+ Vinyl Sales Surpass CD Sales for the First Time in 34 Years. That’s one for the record books. At least I think it is. I need to check my floppy disks.