I will celebrate my 23rd annual 39th birthday on September 22 ( The year was in the first half of the 20th century ). I love to celebrate my birthday and here's why:
My dear mother, bought me my first guitar on my 16th birthday. I was in a Catholic Seminary at the time ( a large slice of hell on earth ). That guitar would have been good for starting a fire, or paddeling a boat or slicing cheeze, but it was not a pleasant musical instrument. I bought my first twelve string in '71 and then it took several decades to learn "All Things Must Pass". I have been bent over guitars for 46 years...or...if you average one hour of practice a day...I've put in 16,970 hours. Every Sunday morning, I play Him my favorite Hymn..."Morning Has Broken" . You may recall the song as recorded by Cat Stevens ( Before he became a Muslim and demanded death for Solomon Rushdi for defaming 'the prophet' ).
I would like a pink lemonade cake with almond icing and some homemade peach icecream.