Top Ten Guitarists

Completely subjective and in alphabetical order:

Steve Howe (ok, this one’s not in alphabetical order, because he’s STEVE HOWE!)

Chuck Berry – well, he started it, didn’t he?

Tommy Emmanuel – max virtuosity, with wit and soul. Chet would be proud.

Steve Hackett – his solos were compositions unto themselves. Check out ‘Selling England By the Pound.’

Scott Henderson – ferocious jazz fusion with rock roots.

Jimi Hendrix – left us all speechless.

Curtis Mayfield – such a warm, fat tone.

Pat Metheny – he brought melody back to jazz. For a while, anyway.

Prince – audacious on all counts.

Joe Scott – created his own unique thing. Not many people can say that!

Derek Trucks – spiritual godson of Duane Allman.

— ok, you caught me! That’s one more than ten, because this list goes to eleven!

Walking Through Savannah

Sunday evening:

Air B&B a few blocks south of downtown – it’s called the ‘Haint House.’ It’s painted blue to keep the ghosts out. Reminds them of water, you see, and they avoid water. Must have worked, because we didn’t see any haints. Or maybe they just didn’t want to be seen.

Coffee and tea at Foxy Loxy – funky!

On to Forsyth Park – fountains, old buildings.

Through the squares – more old buildings, omg, the architecture!

Dinner at the Flying Monk Noodle Bar – mobbed, worth the wait.

Savannah College of Art and Design – huge presence and positive energy in this town.

The riverfront – buzz! Savannah people in general are eclectic, eccentric, diverse, super friendly, tradition minded, innovative and a little crazy.

Walked home through all the squares and the park.

Monday:

Breakfast at the Sentient Bean – vegan breakfast tacos, sweet potato frittata.

Out to the Isle of Hope to see Wormsloe – you approach it via an ancient driveway, a mile and a half long. Old trees on either side form an archway that extends the whole way and culminates at the ruin of an old compound built by some 18th century grandee. All the tourists except us drove their cars out and back. Did we drive? We did not! It was frikkin’ hot too.

On to the museums: the Jepson is very modern and bright, the Telfair is an old mansion. To me, they epitomized the dichotomy that is Savannah: it is beautiful, but it was built on the backs of slaves. A very deep and complex place it is.

Out to Tybee Island – saw the lighthouse, got some food at a farmer’s market, swam in the ocean as the moon came up. Most refreshing!

Back downtown for pizza, back to the Haint House for sleep.

Tuesday:

Breakfast at Foxy Loxy, our neighborhood spot, more walking downtown.

E Shavers Bookseller – what a find! Well worth an hour or two.

Back to the mountains. We got lost an hour from home. It was the detour’s fault, honest! Paula and her phone’s GPS (God Positioning System) put us right soon enough, and we arrived at our cabin tired but in high spirits indeed.

Life is good.

Mirth!

“Not by constraint or severity shall you have access to true wisdom, but by abandonment, and childlike mirthfulness.”

— Thoreau

Prayers for the Earth

Paula Davis and I are now offering a midweek worship experience called ‘Prayers for the Earth.’

This immersive, experiential service offers songs, prayers, readings and more with a focus on celebrating and honoring our Earth home. You’ll have the opportunity to create your own gratitude prayer, and we’ll conclude with a sacred ceremony outdoors.

Email Mike at MikeDavisMusic@hotmail.com for more information!