I'm currently wearing princess Band-Aids on my fingertips (Elsa, Ariel, and Cinderella). So that's how THAT is going. I ordered classical nylon strings with ball-ends. At best, the strings will sound "folksy" and be a lot easier to press. At worst, it will sound like a child's toy guitar and I'll have to go back to steel, but it's worth a shot. (See: princess Band-Aids.) Enormous frustration over not sliding around from an A to an E. It can't be done with the A clump. So very clumpy. Resetting between these chords is a 90 second process. I'm reminding myself that complete idiots play the guitar. This isn't an oboe. I've constructed a practice guitar using a car seat pillow and rubber bands for frets. Practice time: 1 hour Chords: A, E
I'm sleeping with my guitar instructor. We've been married for 13 years, so the student-teacher dynamic is probably okay. (Probably.) Today was my first guitar lesson. The point of this blog is to track my progress. I haven't blogged since my LiveJournal days (circa 2005), back when the guitar instructor and I were only dating, and he read way, way back in that sucker to learn about me/make sure he wasn't dating a psychopath. Odd to be firing up another permanent journal record, but documentation is important when tracking goals; impossible without documentation, really. We spent New Year's Eve/Day in Mineral Point, Wisconsin. Charming former mining town with lots of art galleries and an old opera house. Great masonry work and unique preservation efforts. A lot of people care about Mineral Point, and it shows. I asked him to bring his guitar so I could sing along. I fancy myself a decent singer, but I've never been the complete package: I always have to sing