some degree of involvement (relationship) with all those other things that are around me...I interact with them in some way. So why not talk to them at certain moments if the impulse to do so spontaneously arises? For instance, the car might be having a little trouble getting going on a cold, wet morning, and I might sympathetically say, "Still feeling a bit sleepy, are you?" And when the Martin turns out to be perfectly in tune after having driven 50 miles, I say things like, "You are one GREAT guitar!" there are occasions when I'll talk to anything at all...a door, a wrench, a car This is more or less what I was talking about to start with - "out you come", "oops, sorry" and so on (although I will admit to saying goodnight when I put it away, which probably pings some people's Crazy-Person-O-Meter). I only do it with one instrument, though, and it is my favourite. The old broad is 50 now. I'm 65. Every now and then when my ideas get lost and I have to get them back, we talk. Sooner or later, she tells me what to write. The day she stops doing that I'll quit writing. MY OLD GUITAR AND I I heard her whisper she'd be leaving soon The sun is shining bright; it could easily be midnight There is no light here in this room I heard an ocean wave sailing with the tide Heavens have a stormy face; nothing stays