The last song inside a cyrialistic pillow was my favorite. You taught yourself how to play the guitar, sounding out each note, one phrase at a time, by ear. How did you when you realized you could play it? It took so long, so many weeks of practice and memory and getting the fingers, which hurt so badly, pressing on those little steel razors. And then finally, i make that beautiful motion, walking down from the sea to the a minor.