Long ago and far away, I used to play me git-fiddle religiously—much to the chagrin of anyone within earshot. The past few days, I've felt compelled to pull out the old guitar-box and bang noisily upon it. Spent just enough time playing to make my fingers very, very sore. In fact, at work, I suggested that the old digits hurt enough to prevent me from typing, and I should go home. Alas (no doubt because it was an utterly beautiful day and I appeared otherwise healthy) they didn't buy it. The nerve!
Anyway, I figured out a couple of songs by the Decemberists, as I've been digging 'em, a couple of old New Christy Minstrels standards that I had to relearn, and an original that I wrote sometime around 1984. Matter of fact, I wrote lots of songs back in the 80s—again, much to the neighbors' chagrin.
Really enjoyed doing this, but now my fingers are really sore. I just don't see how I'm going to be able to type tomorrow. And I think the weather's supposed to be nice again...
On a much sadder note, today marks the second anniversary of our cat Charcoal's crossing the Rainbow Bridge. She was sweetest of the sweet. I miss her.
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Been playing a lot too. Learning "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen and relearning older stuff.
Sorry about Charcoal. Thought he should be a lolcat...
"I'ze in ur memoreez...lissnin to ur gitarz"
Dummkopf! Charcoal was a she! But I'm sure she's listening. ;)
Lemme tell you. Women dig the callouses. It's funny reading this. I went to see Richie Havens last night. You know, Mr-strum-all-bar-chords tuned down to D.
Great concert. It made me realize how much I miss the singer -songwriter and the idea of the acoustic guitar and literate song lyrics. Leonard Cohen, David...you bet you. Mark, the New Christie Minstrels? If you insist. Me? I'm braking out Pete Seeger.
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