There’s a guitar in floating around my house. Not that I can play it – too big and too many strings for my little hands, I’ve always said. I have it so guests can play if they feel the urge. It hasn’t been played for a while and I thought it needed to come out of the case for a while. I gave it a tune and helped very gently by my son, learned enough chords to play a song. Maybe I’ll learn a few more over the next few months.
Apart from having a fabulous name, Derek Gripper is an amazing guitarist. He’s playing in the cracks. In the gaps of various African, Western and just plain beautiful musics. The resulting sound that is intriguing and compelling, and while at first it seemed he wasn’t going to talk much, as the concert went on he charmed us with stories, jokes and lots of smiles. My heart has been massaged with music.