So, after 2 years in DC, my wife and I decided to visit family back home in Argentina for a few days. We go there and immediately experience Reverse cultural shock, but I won’t get into that now, that’s a topic for a different article. 😉
We head to my parents’ place in the mountains, a place I’ve been longing to visit since my first day in DC. We used to go there during weekends. The weather is amazing, people are chilling and concerns seem to completely disappear.
It’s Sunday morning, the sun is bright and up, I make some coffee and head outside the house, but as I’m walking towards the door I notice and old guitar laying on a corner. I pick it up and take it with me. I realize a couple of things on my way out: First that I haven’t played in almost 2 years, and second, that the guitar has some wear & tear and it has been playing a decorative role rather than a functional one. Nevertheless, I think to myself, this ought to be fun.
The fresh smell of coffee is greatly enhanced with sunrays and a cool morning breeze. I put the coffee down. The guitar is out of tune; I tune it by ear careful enough not to break any strings. One more sip of coffee as I hear the sound of horses riding nearby and it is time to see if I still have some magic in my fingers.
Before I start playing, many melodies rush to my head, but I’m home, I’m in Argentina, maybe I should try some local tunes. I start playing some Tango, little did I know, my mom was outside and as I play, I see her walking towards me camera in hand capturing my ‘artistic’ moment. Unlike me, she is a real musician who played harp professionally. She compliments my effort and goes ahead to post the clip on Facebook.
The post is a hit, many likes and reactions after, I choose to share it on my wall thinking it can’t hurt. Turns out I was right, it didn’t hurt, conversely I received very positive feedback. The best of it was an email from one of IMFFA’s coolest guys, Andrew Gebhardt. He plays drums and after watching the clip, he invites me to jam with his friends back in DC. Now that’s exciting.
Back in DC, Andrew introduces me to Nick, who plays Bass like a boss. We get together on a Tuesday evening and Nick lends me his ’70 Stratocaster to play some tunes. We start improvising smoothly, and drink beers in between songs. This is turning into one of the most fun evenings I’ve ever had.
Makes me wonder: Why did it take me two years to get to know this people? How come I did not know they were IMFFA members with musical talent who got together for fun? And then it hit me, IMFFA is like an ‘iceberg’, there is only so much we can actually see above the water, but below the surface…
Below the surface lies a much bigger community, one that holds a place for everyone, a talented, adventurous, creative, generous and sensitive community that will receive you with arms wide open; but it’s our job to look for them. We must make it a mission to dip our heads in the water and explore what’s there, without being afraid of sharing who we are and showing it to other members. I promise your chances of finding your place will increase exponentially upon doing this.
I would elaborate more, but I’m going to be late to my band’s rehearsal session.