Thereís a magnet on my fridge that reads ďIf music be the food of love, play on.Ē My mother gave it to us when my DH and I moved into our house. Itís a pretty good description of our relationship.
Iíve told this story on my blog before, so forgive the repetition if youíve already heard it. We met sixteen years ago. After a few years of not playing much guitar, Iíd decided to take some lessons to get me motivated. I was working at Dalhousie University at the time, and one day I saw a notice on a bulletin board from a guitar instructor looking for students. I called the number, and the rest is history.
By the time my first lesson ended, I knew Everett was not only a fine musician but an excellent teacher Ė an uncommon combination. It took longer to make up my mind about him as a person. Heís quiet and reserved, not the kind of man you get to know right away. We talked mostly about music, nothing personal, but my lessons often seemed to run overtime.
I belonged to the Halifax Harbour Folk Society, and when it was my turn to act as host for the weekly coffeehouse session, Everett agreed to join me. That was a bear of a winter in Halifax, and when we left the pub it had started to snow. Hard. I insisted Iíd be okay driving home, as it was only a few blocks. We said goodnight and got in our separate vehicles.
When I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building, Everettís headlights flashed in my mirror. Iíd been so focussed on the road, I hadnít noticed him following me. He bumped his horn and drove off.
I was impressed. He had a much longer drive home. We werenít dating at the time, just beginning to become friends, but heíd gone out of the way to see that I got home safely. That was the night I began to wonder if he might be a keeper. When he stopped charging me for lessons, I knew he was thinking the same way.
We complement each other musically as well as we do in other ways. I can hear lyrics once and, if they affect me, Iíll remember them. Everett doesnít remember lyrics, but he can lift the most complicated chords from a recording. Heís a true musician, while Iím really more of a poet who likes to sing. We also share an interest in science. Being a creative person, he understands when I glue myself to my laptop to write . He isnít a fiction reader Ė technical manuals or science magazines are more his style Ė and he hasnít read my books, but he supports me and gives me my space. Weíre still playing on.