time for coffee and a new day .. it rained while we slept last night .. but duende woke me up to check it out … it knows i love the storm no matter the size.

today is the day they will present me with a guitar a small shop has made for me.

which part here is the dream ?

it never seems to matter which part is.

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blas perez cones to fetch me for my wedding day. the church bells are ringing. today is the 13th. an important number for gypsies. today my guitar he and his brothers have built will be presented. now is the time. the time is now. bells keep ringing. the whole town is ringing so many bells.

we head out to the small luthier shop. when i first came in here over a year ago, its smell reminded me of my days with rainer. he is here still, in the wood and tone. juan panki appears and takes the guitar for a test drive. points out where it takes the fast turns too slow. jose perez adjusts. he has done a magnificent thing here. its alive. then juan disappears into the thin air.

some moments a later a young dude comes in. he picks up the guitar. plays flawlessly. bursting with speed and singing overtones. his older friend begins singing flamenco. its happening again. when you are this close, it is so much more revealing.

then a white wine at bodegas campos. the kind that only comes from here, already fermented on the vine. raimundo has entered the building. the earth changes. the room starts to sizzle. molecules exchange stories with each other.

i suggest we all go back to the guitar shop. so we do. its a very small shop. we can almost not fit. but since its a magic shop, we do. as an elder i can tell the young man is nervous when he now plays guitar in raimundo’s presence. its another fine moment in the cycle of sonic life. fernando invents a party at his patio, his small courtyard with intense natural stone reverb and ancient water from the moores, for tuesday night. a flamenco party. it will last forever of course. gypsies can’t help but play guitar all night long. a full moon is coming. monday ? or tuesday ?

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later that same day, together on the roof, my new sonic bride. now whenever bells ring like they did this morning, i think a guitar is being had.

muchas gracias to luthiers, the perez brothers, for this splendor of a clutch .. an amazing day today … the guitar of dreams