suicidal_george

So I'm back.

I'm digging my new place, but not having a dog around is really starting to bum me out. I never thought I'd miss william sticking his wet nose into the crook of my elbow, but i do.

I have my second day being the assistant to rock band class tomorrow. I guess they decided to keep me. Maybe it's because i told them that i can fix all their broken amplifiers, because it's surely not for my musical talent. I'm strictly rhythm guitar (well and some Bass) and I have barely played on an electric guitar or in any type of jam session. Still, it's good practice for me because there's no better way to learn these things than to just do them like you've always been doing it. You just have to remember to listen and always practice like you're doing it for real. The one down side to RBC is that I was expecting eight year olds and all the kids are in high school. They've all got plenty of talent and they don't really need us, so i feel a little extra useless. Really all they need to do is develope their confidence and take rehersals seriously. Well, and some material to play too. But they already have as much talent as a lot of other bands that i've seen around town.

As long as I'm making this a musical entry, I must relate the best compliment that I've ever recieved on my playing. I was practicing outside my work and drinking my morning cup o' joe when a bunch of little kids from the nearby daycare passed by on a stroll. A dozen four year olds stopped in front of me and started boogie-ing to my version of 'Lounge Act'. Just dancing their little fucking hearts out. I was grinning for days. A friend of mine saw the whole thing and afterwards she said, "that was pretty fucking cool." Yeah, it was. I get pretty stoked when people start tapping their toes, but inducing a full on shimmy-shake makes me want to play guitar forever. Now if only i could get girls to throw their panties at me...