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Nov. 2nd, 2007 12:59 pmThis morning I did what no human being in possession of all their faculties of reason has done before, and sent a praising comment to the MBTA. My journey home was interrupted last night by someone who had clearly not watched Robbie (see yesterday) and had distributed themselves over a wide area of the rails near Kent Street, preventing the train's progress until the police and fire crew had finished cleaning/mopping up. And the driver of the train I was on, rather than providing the endless stream of "We will be moving momentarily" that I've experienced before, told us exactly what was going on, what we were waiting for and gave us the option of leaving immediately if we didn't want to wait. Which I did, and walked home, beating the train to Brandon Hall by five seconds.
But what's really exciting is that a couple of days ago, Whitney ceremonially paid for a guitar for me. It's an early birthday present/slightly late Christmas present, and I hope to finally get around to learning how to play more than a few bars of a few songs like I've been saying I will for the last four years - an ambition previously made difficult by my guitar being three thousand miles away. It's a Johnson strat copy, which was recommended to me by Rockin' Bob (which is a fantastic name for a guitar shop, and right across the road from work) as a good cheap starter. So I've been following an online lesson - and along with an increasingly steady performance of the chromatic scale that is slowly driving Whitney mad, I've covered six chords, which already puts me above the ability of Fred Durst. The only disadvantage is that the lessons I'm going through have me playing a significant amount of decidedly pickup-truck-driver music.
I might be starting off at a bit of an advantage, though, because one of the instructions on the fourth lesson of the beginner's tutorial I downloaded reads (and I'm paraphrasing a bit, but I promise you this is what it says): "To hold the guitar correctly, place the body on your leg with the neck parallel to the ground. If there aren't any strings under your right hand, turn the guitar over." Perhaps the lessons are a bit lower-level than I thought.
But what's really exciting is that a couple of days ago, Whitney ceremonially paid for a guitar for me. It's an early birthday present/slightly late Christmas present, and I hope to finally get around to learning how to play more than a few bars of a few songs like I've been saying I will for the last four years - an ambition previously made difficult by my guitar being three thousand miles away. It's a Johnson strat copy, which was recommended to me by Rockin' Bob (which is a fantastic name for a guitar shop, and right across the road from work) as a good cheap starter. So I've been following an online lesson - and along with an increasingly steady performance of the chromatic scale that is slowly driving Whitney mad, I've covered six chords, which already puts me above the ability of Fred Durst. The only disadvantage is that the lessons I'm going through have me playing a significant amount of decidedly pickup-truck-driver music.
I might be starting off at a bit of an advantage, though, because one of the instructions on the fourth lesson of the beginner's tutorial I downloaded reads (and I'm paraphrasing a bit, but I promise you this is what it says): "To hold the guitar correctly, place the body on your leg with the neck parallel to the ground. If there aren't any strings under your right hand, turn the guitar over." Perhaps the lessons are a bit lower-level than I thought.
