Episode 9: The Martin
When Elrod’s clothes were dried he put them back on and started walking again. Soon he came to another place where the tunnel split in two directions. One of them was into a relatively small room and looking inside Elrod saw a wonderful sight: a black guitar on a stand!
When Elrod dove head first into the rock he had put his guitar down, so that when he had catapulted into the cave Elrod had come without his ever preset guitar. Up to that point Elrod had not missed playing his guitar, in fact he had not even thought about it as he was too busy getting around the cave. But seeing the guitar made Elrod eager to play and he
picked up the guitar and started strumming his tunes.
The guitar was a Martin, a brand that Elrod knew, as he had one that had come with his studio. The Martin sounded sweet as a Martin should,and soon Elrod lost track of time as he played his songs. As he played on, Elrod started improvising and playing what he knew of his life into a Form of sound. Once more he played about what he knew:
“My name is Elrod Geare, I live in the Valley of Macadonia, land of Olde Cubanacan. I have no idea how I got here or where I am going and I do like my little world a lot but it’s a very lonely place. If I had people here I could play for I would be very happy. Ideally I would like to get out and gig all over the world, playing for people everywhere. I know there is a world out there, yes I know there is a world out there. I see it when I bang my head against the sky.”
And Elrod played on and on, composing the story of his short life. As he played he wished he was back in his little Dungeon Studio where he could record all the wonderful new sounds, but no, he was stuck in a cave under his valley of Macadonia and he had absolutely no idea how to get out… he played on and on and on, and the music was his thoughts, and his thoughts was the music and it all blended down to a stream of strawberry marmelade colored thought-flow.
Elrod became liquid, his thoughts were liquid, the music was liquid and it all went downstream to a logical place where there should be a new chord, one that Elrod had never played before. Elrod could ’see’ and ‘feel’ the chord and his fingers reached for it as his guitar led him inexorably to the music’s inevitable conclusion. Elrod strummed the new chord and for a moment the world stopped, as it had never been formed or fashioned into anything tangible. Then a cloud started to form from the headstock of the Martin guitar and coalesce into a form, a human form.
TO BE CONTINUED!