Eddy laughed in delight, glad that Luke was able to bring up something they both knew. Nothing was more awkward than having no common interests to talk about, especially with such a vast generational divide between them, but it seemed it wasnt so wide as he feared. Eddy leaned in, grinning so widely his crows feet were showing.<br/><br/>"They were mimaws favorite band," he said, "I learned how to play 'Lookin' Out My Back Door' and 'Out on the Bayou' on the guitar when I was about ten, and she'd ask me over and over to play them for her. The neighbors were absolutely sick of me and actually paid me to learn some new songs."<br/><br/>It was a good memory, a sweet memory. Eddy had grown up trailer park poor. They didnt have much but mimaw had been proud of her blues music collection and stereo system until some crack heads had broken in and took it. Eddy had found a busted guitar in a dump and learned how to play it for her, just to cheer her up.<br/><br/>That had made her smile, wide and watery, and every time she felt down she'd ask Eddy to play a song and he would, anytime, anywhere she asked. He played alot in the hospital during her final days, for hours and hours. Once she passed, Eddy never picked up a guitar again. Not that he could anyhow.<br/><br/>It was distant enough that it was a good memory now, one that he felt comfortable sharing.