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March 10, 2009
Better Days and Sore Fingertips
Thank you for all your encouraging comments yesterday. I took them in like a dry plant, and it helped. Today will be better, I so declare. Having the doldrums is tiresome. I'm ready to lose the blues, my friends. How can I do that, you ask? Well, this beauty should help a little:
I found her at a flea market for $30. She was tucked away in a corner between some t.v. trays and VHS tapes nobody will ever buy. She's a no frills kind of girl, a simple acoustic guitar, but she called me by name, so I brought her home.
A beginner's lesson book and four pink picks later, my fingertips are on fire. Yow. I can play nothing interesting yet, and I can't understand how anybody can move their fingers to these chord positions, but I'm loving every second of it. I will perservere. 'Cause, if you can't cure the blues, well, at least you can play them.
Thanks for listening. Love yas.
Musica | By WonderGirl | 12:59 PM
Comments
Makes my fingers hurt just looking at it. I had a brief fling with a guitar a few years back. I preferred a less painful relationship. Like with a piano. We parted ways amicably. Though now I have much greater appreciation for guitarist.
Music is therapy for sure. Keep on playing.
Posted by: Dolly at March 11, 2009 1:46 PM
Practice! Practice! and when you are tired on practicing, practice some more. And then go buy a slide.
Posted by: Ian Williams at March 12, 2009 7:11 PM
