Daddy Mojo
I wound up in a loft-shop in the Mile End Friday night surrounded by half a dozen jamming musicians and guitar parts. In Daddy Mojo's shop, a guy whose signature is making really cool cigar box guitars. Although I didn't get to hear how one of them sounds, I'm pretty sure most of the guitars and a bass were made there. I'll admit I felt slightly inadequate at first, what with my absolute inability to play a single instrument, but eventually I warmed up to the high hat on a drum set. I just had to google the correct name for what I otherwise would refer to as cymbals, just so you know where I'm coming from. I dream of songs almost nightly. I dream that I can sing and hear the most beautiful lyrics and sounds I could imagine, but they disappear the second I open my eyes in the morning. Sometimes I feel crippled by this, because I've always loved music so much but just can't make it happen. I have rhythm, and that's a start and hanging around my mu