In Which I Reveal Yet Another Talent
Jan. 10th, 2007 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lawnrrdI probably haven't mentioned this before, but I play the guitar. Well, played it, anyway. I was in fifth grade when I decided that I wanted to learn to play, and my mother bought a small, nylon-stringed instrument for me. When I graduated from elementary school, she gave me a large, steel-stringed Yamaha acoustic guitar as a graduation present.
That guitar has been a constant companion, even though long stretches of time have passed without my touching it. The past eight years or so have been the longest such stretch, I'm embarrassed to admit.
Lauren has never heard me play, in fact. But for my most recent birthday, she bought a series of lessons for me at Jalopy, a space that's a few blocks from our apartment. I suspect that she's tired of having this damned big guitar take up space in her apartment if I'm not going to use it.
I'm taking the intermediate guitar course, which meets on Monday nights. The first class in the series was this week, and it has turned out to be just me and another guy with the instructor. After some tentative probing, we seem to have decided to study some blues techniques, including finger-picking.
Congenital ingrate that I am, I resisted the idea some, figuring that I already had too much to do without dragging my lazy arse to guitar lessons and having to practice in between. But I've become excited about it. The class was fun, and, in hindsight, if I hadn't enjoyed playing, I wouldn't have kept the guitar all this time. I expect that I'll be even more excited when I get my calluses back. (Ouch.)
In other news, my workload has suddenly gotten all 'splodey, and my brain feels kind of 'splodey now, too, in consequence. And so it goes.
That guitar has been a constant companion, even though long stretches of time have passed without my touching it. The past eight years or so have been the longest such stretch, I'm embarrassed to admit.
Lauren has never heard me play, in fact. But for my most recent birthday, she bought a series of lessons for me at Jalopy, a space that's a few blocks from our apartment. I suspect that she's tired of having this damned big guitar take up space in her apartment if I'm not going to use it.
I'm taking the intermediate guitar course, which meets on Monday nights. The first class in the series was this week, and it has turned out to be just me and another guy with the instructor. After some tentative probing, we seem to have decided to study some blues techniques, including finger-picking.
Congenital ingrate that I am, I resisted the idea some, figuring that I already had too much to do without dragging my lazy arse to guitar lessons and having to practice in between. But I've become excited about it. The class was fun, and, in hindsight, if I hadn't enjoyed playing, I wouldn't have kept the guitar all this time. I expect that I'll be even more excited when I get my calluses back. (Ouch.)
In other news, my workload has suddenly gotten all 'splodey, and my brain feels kind of 'splodey now, too, in consequence. And so it goes.
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Date: 2007-01-10 06:02 pm (UTC)I was similarly trepedatious (I don't think that's a word, but it should be) about doing cello lessons -- like I need One More Damn Thing to do. but even though I go through periods of too much not practising, I'm still enjoying it, three years later. making music is fun.
Calluses!
Date: 2007-01-12 01:40 am (UTC)Hubby gifted me with a beautful guitar this holiday and I can't wait to start again.
My ma gave me my first guitar when I was 5 or so and I love playing. I don't fo any of that fancy stuff, but I sure do love playing & singing.
Hope you get many joyous years out of playing!