Bert's Promise
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Eric Clapton and I had the same guitar teacher. His name was Bert Weedon and he came from East Ham in London. Bert was a fine guitarist and the first person to get a guitar instrumental into the UK charts. With his success came the opportunity to put out a book on how to play the guitar. It was a flimsy paperback effort that had the grand title of “Play In A Day”. Under todays laws of false representation it might have struggled. I am not sure how long it took Eric to master the art of tuning and chord fingering but I’m pretty sure it was more than a day!!
Many thanks to Rhonin for giving us this little treasure and as Eric Morecombe the comedian said to the composer Andre Previn,
” I am playing all the right notes but not necessarily in the correct order!!😁”
It was a sad day when I broke my guitar tuner it got broken as I waited for my encore
I was satisfied I’d hit enough correct notes and lyrics
But I was still in search of the elusive lost chord
I had practised with the masses at the altar of my idol
The man who taught me everything the king of old East Ham
He had promised me that I would play in a day if not sooner
So I payed my shilling and my music career began
So with Bert to guide me onwards I began to play my guitar
Occasionally I would be in tune but often I was not
And my sore fingers felt that they would never sound like Weedons
The bastard he had lied to me for the first day was now gone
But I had a firm conviction that my destiny was calling
It was showing me a Gibson 335 in natural tones
So I kept on persevering till my fingers they were hardened
And one day they played in perfect time and brought the music home
Many thanks to Rhonin for giving us this little treasure and as Eric Morecombe the comedian said to the composer Andre Previn,
” I am playing all the right notes but not necessarily in the correct order!!😁”
It was a sad day when I broke my guitar tuner it got broken as I waited for my encore
I was satisfied I’d hit enough correct notes and lyrics
But I was still in search of the elusive lost chord
I had practised with the masses at the altar of my idol
The man who taught me everything the king of old East Ham
He had promised me that I would play in a day if not sooner
So I payed my shilling and my music career began
So with Bert to guide me onwards I began to play my guitar
Occasionally I would be in tune but often I was not
And my sore fingers felt that they would never sound like Weedons
The bastard he had lied to me for the first day was now gone
But I had a firm conviction that my destiny was calling
It was showing me a Gibson 335 in natural tones
So I kept on persevering till my fingers they were hardened
And one day they played in perfect time and brought the music home