They brought me in and I sat down on the floor.
He stared at, or possibly through me.
After what seemed like a long time, he asked (through an interpreter)
”Do you have a question? “
“yeah,” I said, “but first I thought we could play some Ukulele.”
So we went through a few chords, and jammed for a while trying to figure out some old Spot 1019 tunes.
After a bit, I put down my uke and took a deep breath.
“Great teacher,” I asked him, “Am I Crazy?”
Without hesitation he replied , “Yes” and went back to strumming,
G7-F-C7 , a classic Hawaiian turnaround.
I was taken aback. I thought it would be more, I don’t know, deep.
Something huge and profound like,
“The Universe is crazy, and you are part of the Universe” or some thing like that.
I guess I looked troubled cause he asked, “Does that trouble you?”
“Yeah,” I stuttered, “kind of...”
“Then you are not crazy enough” he said, “Go, and be truly crazy”
“Well ok then...” I said, and started packing up my stuff.
“Wait” he said
Here it comes, I thought, enlightenment...
“Yes?” I asked
“Show me that B flat again, it’s tricky”
I looked at him, “Tell you what, holiness, you buy me a rice bowl, and I’ll show you all kinds of chords”
“Rock and Roll!” he said,
And with a high five to the big golden Buddah at the door, we headed off for some chow.
