Check out my page and subscribe. I'll be covering local music in the Gainesville area as well as other music related news.
Jacob's Examiner Page
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Learning the Guitar
I'm now one-hundred percent convinced that learning the guitar is a task only fit for the unemployed.
As I settled down to hit the hay the other night I felt it would be appropriate to put my guitar back together and strum a few chords. Days prior to this, out of a similar impulse, I had decided to dismantle my Peavy Raptor Plus seventy dollar guitar. The tone knob had started to cause unbearable feedback so I figured it was just loose and that I, with my unparalleled knowledge of musical equipment, could fix it. Thirty minutes later I was sitting in a pile of failure composed of screws, wires and strings that were once my guitar. Luckily, necessity is the mother of invention; I am now the proud owner of a fully-functioning frankenguitar.
Days where I have very little to do my brain winds itself into a tangled fishing line of unfinished ideas and aspirations. As a result, I suffer from bursts of motivational energy. I start tinkering with things, scribbling down ideas and practicing whatever hobby I happen to be pursuing at the time. Oddly, when I have the least to do is when I get the most done, at least in regards to raw creative output. That being said, there is no possible way I could have stuck out the practice session I had under the duress of impending labor.
I haven't felt in some time as fulfilled as I did playing some of my favorite songs though the joy was tainted with the thought that this "hobby" would consume me if I let it. I'm not ready to take the leap to full-time anything quite yet. I'd like to pass this dabbling off as immaturity, but I'd only be kidding myself.
In the famous lyrics of the late Hank Williams.
"Some folks might sa-ay that Im no good
That I wouldnt settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin me
Theres somethin oer the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes its har-rd but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblin man."
As I settled down to hit the hay the other night I felt it would be appropriate to put my guitar back together and strum a few chords. Days prior to this, out of a similar impulse, I had decided to dismantle my Peavy Raptor Plus seventy dollar guitar. The tone knob had started to cause unbearable feedback so I figured it was just loose and that I, with my unparalleled knowledge of musical equipment, could fix it. Thirty minutes later I was sitting in a pile of failure composed of screws, wires and strings that were once my guitar. Luckily, necessity is the mother of invention; I am now the proud owner of a fully-functioning frankenguitar.
Days where I have very little to do my brain winds itself into a tangled fishing line of unfinished ideas and aspirations. As a result, I suffer from bursts of motivational energy. I start tinkering with things, scribbling down ideas and practicing whatever hobby I happen to be pursuing at the time. Oddly, when I have the least to do is when I get the most done, at least in regards to raw creative output. That being said, there is no possible way I could have stuck out the practice session I had under the duress of impending labor.
I haven't felt in some time as fulfilled as I did playing some of my favorite songs though the joy was tainted with the thought that this "hobby" would consume me if I let it. I'm not ready to take the leap to full-time anything quite yet. I'd like to pass this dabbling off as immaturity, but I'd only be kidding myself.
In the famous lyrics of the late Hank Williams.
"Some folks might sa-ay that Im no good
That I wouldnt settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin me
Theres somethin oer the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes its har-rd but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblin man."
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
