If you enjoy a deranged Spaniard playing guitar in the woods, I’ve got premium content for you.

That spot in the woods is quite isolated and rather unknown even for people who live around, so at the most I get three or four people a session passing by. They’re usually in a hurry. This time only a single person passed by: a woman wearing a pink sports bra, who grinned at me as I played. She was hot, too. The previous day, when I set up shop next to the spot where in a certain novella of mine I installed the memorial stone for the love of my life, I lifted my gaze and briefly connected with a woman who was passing by on a bicycle. She was also grinning at the fact that I was playing the guitar. It’s strange: people, particularly women, are usually wary of me, but put a guitar in my hands, and suddenly they look glad that I’m there. If only they knew.

Also, I recently went to my favorite guitar shop to ask why the thinnest nylon string always broke whenever I tried to tune it on my Alhambra dreadnought, only for the shop guy to tell me that I absolutely shouldn’t use nylon strings on my dreadnought. Apparently I should only use bronze strings, which is what you can hear in the video.

Anyway, that’s an hour of me playing other people’s songs. Enjoy, if you enjoy these sorts of things.