During the last days and weeks I discovered some songs of Carlos Santana, which probably may be assigned to the topic of mainstream, but I don´t mind. Since I meanwhile have to transfer nearly every song I like into my own guitar-playing, a new way of listening has developed over the years, which admittedly has something addictive about it. A good song always introduces itself as a binding and as a border as well – in it´s unknown structure and in the sense that you can’t play everything you´re listening to immediately. But the analytical ear is trained over time and that’s a good thing, because you can’t always rely on these quickly available online chord sheets. One example is a lockdown session with Carlos, John and Friends that made me want to anticipate and participate. What damn kind of lick is that in minute 0:15? I want to own it, play it, keep and eat it, digest it in my system. The chords are quite simple but this kind of music shows the meaning of the correct counting time. One of many meanings of the Blues. Like Wolfram once wrote: every Manafonist has to find his own subject. Well, this songdiving thing is mine.