Will the Troubadour

Here is Will the Troubadour.

He didn't know that he was a troubadour until I so informed him, but now I think he kind of likes it.

You can find him playing his old guitar there near Sunken Gardens most any day, regardless of weather.  Well, the rain does slow things down.  But the cold?  Nope.  He keeps those fingers flying.

And what is his dream?  How does he frame the narrative of his life?

As a troubadour.  Although he called it something else. Guitar player.  Singer.  Composer of songs.  Strolling musician.

See what I mean?  Troubadour.

He used to have a car which was handy to get around in, sleep in, but it gave up the ghost and left him strolling the mean streets of Austin just as the ancient troubadours used to do.

I like Will.  He has a good voice, writes good music, and is a cheery soul, to boot.  The other day he played a gospel song he wrote in Spanish, and I was pleased to note that I was able to understand every word of it.

Here's to troubadours, both ancient and modern.

And especially to Will.  He's one of Austin's finest.

And should be honored as such.

Peace, aloha, and strolling troubadours,

Elijah