I've Got Blisters on Me Fingers

This post is for anyone who's ever picked up a guitar and tried to learn, but after a week of buzzing frets, cramped wrists, and fingers that hurt so bad that you want to cry.
I first wanted to play guitar when I was about 14 because one of my good buddies was pretty awesome at it and I wanted to be cool like him. I asked my parents for a guitar for Christmas and got my very first electric guitar. A black Nova from the sears catalog. I went gong ho for about a month trying to teach myself how to play and after about a month I hated it some much that I put the guitar in my closet and out of my mind. My fingers hurt and I couldn't get any of the chords to sound them way they were supposed to. I accepted that I would never be able to play guitar and I moved on, always jealous of my multi-talented friend (who I'm still a little jealous of, damn him and natural musicality).

Then that summer I work at Circle Square Ranch. Every night they had campfire and a guy who we all called Tank would usually play guitar. Hearing him play and the way people reacted to it gave me inspiration. After spending a couple of weeks at the ranch I came home to real life and high school life and I dug my guitar out of my closet.  I was resolved that if Tank could play it then there's no reason I can't. It's not like he was a musical prodigy or anything (maybe he was, but I don't think so). So I sat down and like Bryan Adams I played until my fingers bleed. I played for hours upon end, and for the first month it didn't seem like I was getting any better or learning anything. Then it just seemed to click and my learning curve shot up exponentially. My chords finally started sounded like they should, I stopped letting frets buzz, and my fingers got tough. 

So keep at it people. It's all to easy to write yourself and say that you can't do something, but you can. Granted, you may not be the next Jimi Hendrix, but why not be the next Tank? 

I've since sold my black Nova, and I wish I hadn't. Not that it was a stellar guitar, but because it represents an accomplishment that I am really proud of. Hopefully it gave some kid a sense of achievement.

Da-Do Run Run Run Da-Do Run Run

So I disappeared from the blogging work for about 2 months. Oops! Not even going to try to give you an update of what happened over the last 2 months, other than going to New York with my lady friend and having a lot of travel difficulty. Here's five things that are going on with me right now.
  1. I just applied to physiotherapy schools for September. Fingers crossed that I get into one. If I don't get in I have some serious thinking to do about my career goals and whatnot.

  2. I've taken up knitting again. Not that I was an avid knitter before - I've knitted one very short scarf which Sarah occasionally wears because she loves me too much to get rid of it - but I figured I'd give it another shot. You can look forward to pics of the finished products in the future.

  3. Work blows. It's unbearably slow. For example, I'm writing this blog at work and I've knitted like half a foot of a scarf today. Also, since work is so slow I've got no moneys. I feel like TLC with that bills song they had. Anyone remember that?

  4. I  bought a suit for $60 in New York, it's pretty pimp.

  5. Sarah and I have rock band now and it's super fun. We used to play it all the time when we lived in SJ. I got it for Christmas from Sarah's parents. Sadly, I play it more than I play real life guitar now, but what're you gonna do.
So yeah, as you can tell, I'm perhaps the most boring person in the world, but I don't really care. Anyways, that's all for now. Here's to trying to blog more after my hiatus.

Oh, and NBC? crazy-ass network. That's all I have to say about that.