Must Be A
Tuesday. To bed just after ten, to sleep whenever and then up with the alarm on an overcast and cool morning. Looks like we're heading into the winter/fall. Falling into winter? Well.
Our guitar lesson this afternoon. A good guitar day, yesterday, so we're feeling good about it, our lesson. Which may be premature. Still, I've noticed a distinct improvement in speed between chords and that's good as a pickup in speed here is a pickup in speed with any combination of these particular chords and they're used in many, many songs.
Anyway, off to breakfast and back, the day ahead. A trip to the pharmacy later to pick up some stuff before the afternoon guitar lesson, maybe a run by the supermarket after and our day is done. Add some naps, of course. Like frosting on a cake, naps. A day without them isn't complete.
Later. A short nap and then a bus downtown to the ATM on Broadway and walking on then to the pharmacy, a walk back up Broadway and then a bus back home. Good. One of the day's tasks done. Well, two, counting the nap. Can't forget the nap.
Home now at noon. We'll go through today's lesson and see if we're still confident. Many a slip tween chord and lip (I've found).
Later still. Maggie May still needs to be played faster than my fingers will follow. We're up to playing at eighty-five percent of normal speed and I'm barely keeping my head above water. So we'll stay at it. We will. What else do I have on my plate this week (other than pictures)?
Well, if you want to be persnickety: naps, breakfast, lunch, the occasional dinner and six o'clock subtitled foreign detective stories.
Evening. Odd. I seem to be able to move through the chords more easily than I did at the lesson, fingering them cleanly. Probably because I was able to look at the frets just now rather than glancing back and forth between the hands and the music. So we'll work on fingering without looking at the fingers.
It's going to take you a long while to be able to play behind your back if you're still working on fingering with your eyes on the music instead of your hands.
Well. It's taken me more than the original six months to hit the top of the rock and roll charts. Besides, playing with the guitar behind your back has been done. I'll come up with something else even off the wall with my first million record hit.
I would think.
Guitar and television this evening, except nothing's on television. Must be a Tuesday.