A Dream
(morning of 8/22/98)

I was in a small crowd of people sitting around. The setting was rather peaceful. Eric Clapton was in the group. The song he wrote about his son, from "Unplugged" was playing. I had the guitar. I was trying to play along. I was hearing the music right but I couldn't find the right chords to play. He was watching me patiently in a fatherly sort of way as I tried to find the right chords. He was saying, "that's almost it, you almost got it".

Finally, he came over to me. I was looking at a picture, sort of a bird's eye view of a river meandering along a landscape roughly horizontally. The river was the guitar string "A", the one you press to play the "C" of a C chord. He came up and pressed one finger on the river. I said, "that's all?" I played the chord, and it sounded exactly right. Cool! Then I immediately figured out the next hand position, and then the next. I was moving the finger down the river for each bass note (C...B...A...G...etc.) I was playing along with the song. I was happy.