Air Guitar...

My latest compilation sweeps my feet from under me. Well, not all of it, just some of the songs in there, the rest is filler. Right now, I've got Corazon Espinado playing (on repeat) in my car CD player. Like Frasier and Niles do with violins and Mr. Botibol and Ms. Whats-her-name do with a full orchestra(refer to Roald Dahl's short story "Mr. Botibol"), I started imagining i myself as a guitarist... with the tiniest of shoulder shrinks, putting all my feeling into making that "guitar" in my arms wail, just as Carlos (Santana) does in that song. All the while waiting for the traffic light next to CGL to turn green. I wonder what was going through the mind of the tudung-ed girl in the school bus next to me when she saw me going once through the song. Yikes. I find my fingers moving to the chords and solos out of my control when i hear the song.. It continued even when i was driving.. you'd see little back-and-forth movements of my wheels if you watched closely enough... the bottom part of the steering wheel acting as the neck of a guitar... the imaginary pick between my right thumb and index finger... get out of the way of that car there, scrape my pick up the B string... aah...