Nabokovian Photo Caption: Sam and Amy

This is me and my friend Amy in the midst of casually practicing for a performance. Amy's dad, John, took the photo of us posed and relaxed in their livingroom. This is their house in Kalispell located near the Kalispell Jr. High School. The year was 2005 observable at the bottom of the photo digitally included from the camera. The year we graduated from Flathead High School. Looking out the window behind us you can tell it is late in the evening because it is dark outside. We were having a chill euphonious evening session of song singing and guitar playing. This was an informal practice because we are sitting on the stale floral print couch that is covered by some pallid sheets rather than sitting on stools. We are hooked up to the mics, and the pick-ups are in the soundholes of the guitars. The subtle music stand is forgotten in the back left corner of the picture. Our papers, instead of carefully put on the music stand are probably strewn on the floor or on the table that you can't see, but where you can see the beloved nalgene bottle and quotidian fake plant. (Nalgene bottles are recently not a preferred water bottle because of bisphenol A used in the plastic that causes health risks, however you can buy nalgenes made without that chemical. Klean Kanteen seems to be a good waterbottle choice that I've chosen, or some sort of glass water bottle.) Both guitars are Martins and belong to Amy's dad, who loves John Denver and used to play guitar himself. He bought the sound equipment for us at First National Pawn for a good deal so we could book gigs around the valley. We used to pack all the equipment into my substandard piece of shit van and drive to local coffee shops and events to perform. The Sam and Amy duo may have lasted longer or recorded an album had we not been interested in going to college. I went to Bozeman and she went to St. Paul, MN. These past four years we've been lucky to see each other once a year and play. This picture evokes a yearning in me for the enchanting times Amy and I spent learning and creating songs together, making up harmonies, working on intros and outros, but predominantly I hanker for the times we spent together as friends, just doing our own thing.