Friday, November 28, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Day one
Me: I broke a guitar string while tuning it. Can you fix it?
Friendly guy at Shruti Musicals who was overly curious about where I got Satchwhoopie: Sure we can fix it. Are you new to the instrument?
Me: Yeah. I guess I was a little hasty. She's just a day old. Man, I feel like crap.
Friendly guy: No sweat. It's like losing your milk teeth.
Me: Metaphorically, that would mean I've made progress?
Friendly guy: It's a start. It's a lot better than this dismembered guitar we just received.(it's the poor thing on the chair...they call it "major surgery")
Monday, November 24, 2008
For she is the one
Sixteen showed me rock and roll,A strange brew of drums and keyboards,
With sound that shook the soul,
Guitars-mightier than swords.
Seventeen sounded electric,
Reality often confused with dream,
Collections LinkinPark-centric,
Why sing when you can scream?
Eighteen brought revolution,
Punk said,"Stick it to the man",
Revenge,redemption,retribution,
Screw you and your f%$*ed up plan!
Nineteen exuded emotion,
Every twang had something to say,
Every riff a gut-busting explosion,
Every lick a shakesperean play.
Twenty respected acoustic,
Peaceful sounds yet provoking
Often neglected as basic,
Youtube left to the awakening.
Twenty-one has arrived,
The road ahead, bright as the Sun
I am no longer deprived,
For she,this beautiful blue guitar, is the one.
Thanks Vishoka(and my parents for the belated cash).
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