The Guardian for this meeting was Riddle Sideways. The comments are by Riddle Sideways.

       Years before learning to Sit in lotus there was Guitar

       Play-ing guitar
       As guitar
       Being guitar

Maqui Pizzicato: 's current display-name is "まき".
Riddle Sideways: Hello
Riddle Sideways: and welcome
Maqui Pizzicato: hello
               --BELL--
Riddle Sideways: hello bouncing in, Adams
Adams Rubble: good morning!
Riddle Sideways: Maqui, have you been to Play as Being sessions before?
Maqui Pizzicato: no
Riddle Sideways: just a second, can't find the info card in this mess of an inventory
Riddle Sideways: we record what is said in public here and post to our groups wiki
Riddle Sideways: is it ok with you that we use your words?

Adams Rubble: It got very quiet :)
Riddle Sideways: sorry, was looking for those info givers
Adams Rubble: there is a new one
Adams Rubble: I don;t have it
Riddle Sideways: last week, Bleu had several along the sidewalk
Riddle Sideways: there finally got the notecard about our PaB group to you, Maqui
 

Riddle Sideways: it is the Jewish new year, Rosh Hashana(sp?)
Adams Rubble: :)
Riddle Sideways: so, was in services most of yesterday
Adams Rubble: Yesterday I thought much about the sacrifice of Abraham
Adams Rubble: I expect I will always be doing that now on Rosh Hassanah
Riddle Sideways: so did most Jews,
Adams Rubble: :)
Adams Rubble: Drunk on God
Riddle Sideways: the middle part of the morning service
Riddle Sideways: yes, a big part of the sermon was about being drunk on G-d
Riddle Sideways: "Do not operate heavy machinery nor sacrifice children while on G-d"
Adams Rubble: On the January 1 New year many people drink to forget
Adams Rubble: Mothers, don;t let the fathers take the children when they are drunk on God
Riddle Sideways: :)
Adams Rubble: I never understood why that was part of the Rosh hassanah service

Riddle Sideways: Maqui poofed
Adams Rubble: yes, couldn't take it
Adams Rubble: we are an acquired taste
Adams Rubble: :)
Riddle Sideways: don't taste like chicken
               --BELL--
Riddle Sideways: (almost write 'children')
Adams Rubble gigglers
Adams Rubble: giggles

       Back to Abraham
Riddle Sideways: yes, think about why that story is there each year
Riddle Sideways: commentaries, teachings, passages, sermons, discussions, etc. go on about it
Riddle Sideways: but, still don't get why that one over some others
Riddle Sideways: most reasoning is about absolute devotion
Riddle Sideways: belief
Adams Rubble: the story gets everyone's attention
Riddle Sideways: and has many serious holes. ummm pits
Adams Rubble nods
Riddle Sideways: biggest is that it reads Abram took his only son whom he loved
Riddle Sideways: well, there was a second son
Riddle Sideways: what are we to think
Riddle Sideways: and thus starts the big devision
Riddle Sideways: start of the two state solution

Riddle Sideways: It got very quiet :)
Adams Rubble: :)
Adams Rubble: I thought you were on a roll :)
Riddle Sideways: no, am on a chair
Adams Rubble: :)

Adams Rubble: this morning I did not get up right away but sat by the side of the bed mediatating on being in the present
Riddle Sideways: ah, very good
Adams Rubble: and my eye fell on the guitar leaning up against the side of the window
Adams Rubble: and the guitar started singing the Hary Chapin song...
Adams Rubble: Remember when the music used to come in wooden boxes strung with silver wire
Adams Rubble: and I began to think about two things about Harry
Adams Rubble: his death on the Long Island expressway when he may have had a heart attack while driving to a benefit concert
Riddle Sideways: (am eating a banana right now)   ref: to truck full of bananas song
Adams Rubble: and his car went across the highway and hit a truck and he was killed violently
Adams Rubble: that was in 1971
               --BELL--
Adams Rubble: then I rememembered that he made a statement about how important it was going to be when some of the songwriters reached old age--what wisdom we would get from John Lennon
Adams Rubble: then I thought about Bruce Springstein singing remember when the music died [Don McLean]
Adams Rubble: then all the songwriters and musicians of our generation who had died
Adams Rubble: then I remembered these thoughts were an illusion
Adams Rubble: and came back to the present
Adams Rubble: moral: be careful of guitars
Riddle Sideways: thank you,
Riddle Sideways: knowing the double edge-ness (and more edges) to guitars
Riddle Sideways: they cut both ways
Riddle Sideways: they heal both ways

Riddle Sideways: during the 90-sec
Riddle Sideways: turned 90 degress
Riddle Sideways: to address 3 guitars out on stands here
Riddle Sideways: the middle one
Adams Rubble sings And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire, For we believed in things, and so we'd sing.
Riddle Sideways: so many songs
Adams Rubble: :) meditations on guitars
Riddle Sideways: Imagine

Riddle Sideways: this old 12-string here is older then this typist
Riddle Sideways: has been companion since teens
Adams Rubble: :)
Riddle Sideways: is wrinkled and weatherd
Riddle Sideways: has sang a lot
Adams Rubble: old guitars :)
Riddle Sideways: sits awaiting the next song
Riddle Sideways: the potential
Riddle Sideways: the history
Riddle Sideways: has taught so much
Riddle Sideways: still has places to take whomever touchs it

Adams Rubble: Old Guitars. Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the 'round toes On the high shoes Of the old Guitars

Adams Rubble: apologies to Paul Simon
Adams Rubble: the song popped into my head while you were talking
Adams Rubble: typing
Riddle Sideways: it ok
Riddle Sideways: went looking: Bacon Brothers, John Denver, Neil Young lyrics about old guitars
               --BELL--
Riddle Sideways: This old guitar taught me to sing a love song, it showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some days. It helped me make it through some lonely nights. What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night

Riddle Sideways: or
Riddle Sideways: This old guitar ain't mine to keep Just taking care of it now It's been around for years and years Just waiting in its old case It's been up and down the country roads It's brought a tear and a smile It's seen its share of dreams and hopes And never went out of style The more I play it, the better it sounds It cries when I leave it alone Silently it waits for me Or someone else I suppose\
Adams Rubble: :)

Adams Rubble: I have an old Martin in a case waiting to go to Nazareth to be fixed
Riddle Sideways: this old guitar sat in its case waiting by the door
Riddle Sideways: for many years
Riddle Sideways: about 10 ago
Riddle Sideways: it came out
Riddle Sideways: and sits beside this chait
Riddle Sideways: hair
Riddle Sideways: *Chair
Adams Rubble: :)

Riddle Sideways: it is for 'Playing'
Riddle Sideways: it is so full of Being
Riddle Sideways: just waiting for the 'Playing'
Adams Rubble: Guitars can take us through the past or they can bring us to the present
Riddle Sideways: this group concentrates on Being
Riddle Sideways: or the "AS"
Riddle Sideways: Adams and Riddle do a lot of 'Playing'
Riddle Sideways: guitars do that too
Riddle Sideways: they can bring the song of Abramham
Riddle Sideways: and they can Imagine
Riddle Sideways: John Lennon sang a couple verses
Riddle Sideways: now you and the guitar can sing the next verse
Adams Rubble: :0

Adams Rubble: The door it opened slowly, my father he came in, I was nine years old. And he stood so tall above me, his blue eyes they were shining and his voice was very cold. He said, "I've had a vision and you know I'm strong and holy, I must do what I've been told."
Adams Rubble: So he started up the mountain, I was running, he was walking, and his axe was made of gold.
Adams Rubble: Well, the trees they got much smaller, the lake a lady's mirror, we stopped to drink some wine. Then he threw the bottle over. Broke a minute later and he put his hand on mine. Thought I saw an eagle but it might have been a vulture, I never could decide.
Adams Rubble: Then my father built an altar, he looked once behind his shoulder, he knew I would not hide.

Adams Rubble: It got quiet again :)
               --BELL--
Adams Rubble: I wonder what our visitor would have thought had he stayed

Riddle Sideways: Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Aha-ah...
Riddle Sideways: Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion, too Imagine all the people Living life in peace... You...

Adams Rubble: You who build these altars now to sacrifice these children, you must not do it anymore. A scheme is not a vision and you never have been tempted by a demon or a god.
Riddle Sideways: Leonard Cohen

Adams Rubble: they mix nicely
Adams Rubble: the hour passeth quickly
Riddle Sideways: Many sit around thinking .... Oh what John, Jimi, Harry would have written had they lived longer
Adams Rubble: :)
Riddle Sideways: yet, they sang the first verses
Riddle Sideways: let us sing the next
Adams Rubble: we are here to imagine
Riddle Sideways: yes
Adams Rubble: we did live longer
Adams Rubble: every day a new gift
Riddle Sideways: yes
Riddle Sideways: awake and sit on the edge of a bed
Riddle Sideways: and Be
Adams Rubble: nice place to end

Riddle Sideways: Playing
Adams Rubble: have a very good day :)
Riddle Sideways: Thank you
Riddle Sideways: have your best day
Adams Rubble: thank you
Adams Rubble: bye for now
Riddle Sideways: by