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Joey Gilmore
Blues
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“In the town that I lived in, there was a barbershop,”
Gilmore reminisces. “And the barber that owned the shop was a sanctified preacher. He
was a minister, and he had this little flat-bodied guitar. It was electric, no amplifier to it. And
he would bring it to the shop with him, and he was trying to learn how to play. So, I would get
to the barbershop early whenever I would go to get my hair cut, or even after school, I would
hang around at the barbershop, because I wanted to get my hands on that guitar. I would take
the guitar and they had these old wooden benches. I would lay the guitar on top of the wooden
bench and when you would strum the strings, the wood, the bench, would vibrate, and the floor
would, the sound would resonate, and you could hear it without the amplifier. I learned just from
watching him.” Young Gilmore tried to keep his obsession with the instrument from his church
going aunt, who was raising him, but word of the talented boy who played at the barbershop
eventually got back to her. She finally heard him play with his group at church and was moved to tears. |
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