Brother’s D18 Martin guitar
You know what this is? This is cheap, but good, therapy. This came to mind right away because it’s kind of new, and it is a hard question. I acquired my brother’s 1967—well, first of all, I’m from a musical family, and my brother was 4 years older, great musician, teacher, plays everything. I acquired his D18 Martin Guitar 1967 when he passed away a couple of years ago. So it’s kind of a sad story, but I love it and I take good care of it. I don’t play, unfortunately, so I have that—I want to say delusion—I have that problem because it needs to be played, and I don’t want to give it away. I should learn.
[Take some lessons.]
It was his number one instrument. I keep him alive through it, and I take really good care of it, and I get it out all the time. Pretend to play a few stupid songs.
[I’ll just say that singing the type of folk music that we’re singing here, like the songs in these books, don’t take very many chords. You could take lessons for a month, and you would be able to play and sing along probably with a lot of the songs we do.]