If you've fallen [as I did during this race... and maybe this one]
Get back up;
If you've been disrespected
Tell them to shove it Move on [it's their problem; not yours];
If you feel a little ache
Keep going [but not too much];
Caring too much does not heal wounds.
But maybe singing will:
I ended up paying a little more for a brand that didn't sound as cool as the rude-Craigslist guy's, but I saw them pull it out of the box for me.
I am determined to learn how to play this to some level of proficiency. Since I learned a little bit some years ago on my father's guitar, some of it has been re-learning and has gone by fairly quickly. My guitar is a classical acoustic, so it has a fatter neck, softer? (nylon) strings, and a deeper sound as opposed to my dad's "American" acoustic, though they are played the same way.
Here's me trying to practice in my cramp-a-rella room. I banged Maria up on that ladder right there just trying to move around. =(
My sister took this pic unbeknownst to me! I have to hunch over in this arrangement, and my hair was clipped poorly due to bad, bad heat.
That aside, I'm gonna be a rock star! "The Ukrainian" already told me he's going to lead my fan club.
I should add that he also bought Marìa a boyfriend:
Get back up;
If you've been disrespected
If you feel a little ache
Keep going [but not too much];
Caring too much does not heal wounds.
But maybe singing will:
That {classical} guitar above is mine! I took that photo before I ever strummed a single note on her. Yes, her. I'm calling her Maria (accent on the "i") for now, short for Via Maria [accents on the "i"s] Tocando la Guitarra. Surely it's normal to name your objects -- I've done that to most of my major possessions, except my car. I don't make this stuff up, people.
Originally, I was planning on buying a guitar on Craigslist. After some weeks, I finally drove to someone's place to do the exchange, he was a no-show with a turned-off phone. After over an hour of waiting in decent, but foreign, territory, I got angry and left. As I was driving to the music store, where I should have gone in the first place, I left a voice message that let him know how rude he had been. Don't worry, no swearing involved.
I am determined to learn how to play this to some level of proficiency. Since I learned a little bit some years ago on my father's guitar, some of it has been re-learning and has gone by fairly quickly. My guitar is a classical acoustic, so it has a fatter neck, softer? (nylon) strings, and a deeper sound as opposed to my dad's "American" acoustic, though they are played the same way.
Here's me trying to practice in my cramp-a-rella room. I banged Maria up on that ladder right there just trying to move around. =(
My sister took this pic unbeknownst to me! I have to hunch over in this arrangement, and my hair was clipped poorly due to bad, bad heat.
That aside, I'm gonna be a rock star! "The Ukrainian" already told me he's going to lead my fan club.
I should add that he also bought Marìa a boyfriend:
I bought a mandolin a few years ago. I suck at playing it ... pretty much at the point where I need someone who knows what they are doing to tell me what to do next.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your new lady friend!