Callouses and all
i've been practicing guitar all morning - and, i'm sad to say, i sound waaaay worse than phoebe singing "smelly cat", today.
as a matter of fact, my guitar playing has so frustrated me - that i envisioned smashing it to bits at one point, this morning.
that happened about the 15th time i attempted to play a B minor or F chord - (bar chords) - and was just effing muting the strings, again.
anyway, i've attempted picking up guitar at least 3 different times in my life-and have always abandoned ship-simply finding it too frustrating.
i keep telling myself that "3rd time's a charm" line -
but, tell that to my clunky fingers, who seem to only remember how to get back to "G". i mean, at least my fingers are good and calloused - so, i've got that goin' for me.
it's a good thing that i live on my own, because i have a feeling that if someone else had to be subjected to my practicing all morning-we would cease to be friends any longer.
i imagine that it'd go something like this, "look, hillary - i'd really rather listen to kevin federline's 'popozao' album than listen to you." at which point, i would quietly go back to my room, and nibble on my newly calloused fingers, as i tried to figure out if maybe harmonica is MY instrument. or the kazoo? yeah, or maybe the slide whistle.
i think it's time to change it up: i need some private coaching. like this:
as a matter of fact, my guitar playing has so frustrated me - that i envisioned smashing it to bits at one point, this morning.
that happened about the 15th time i attempted to play a B minor or F chord - (bar chords) - and was just effing muting the strings, again.
anyway, i've attempted picking up guitar at least 3 different times in my life-and have always abandoned ship-simply finding it too frustrating.
i keep telling myself that "3rd time's a charm" line -
but, tell that to my clunky fingers, who seem to only remember how to get back to "G". i mean, at least my fingers are good and calloused - so, i've got that goin' for me.
it's a good thing that i live on my own, because i have a feeling that if someone else had to be subjected to my practicing all morning-we would cease to be friends any longer.
i imagine that it'd go something like this, "look, hillary - i'd really rather listen to kevin federline's 'popozao' album than listen to you." at which point, i would quietly go back to my room, and nibble on my newly calloused fingers, as i tried to figure out if maybe harmonica is MY instrument. or the kazoo? yeah, or maybe the slide whistle.
i think it's time to change it up: i need some private coaching. like this: