Gently Weeping

I've played guitar. And I've taken pictures of myself. But I've never taken a picture of myself playing guitar and do not wish to risk whatever injury could be possible if I attempted it so you get a picture of my guitar (one of them, anyway) sitting forlorn in the corner.
I'm trying to change that.
Just as I've been working out regularly (Are you going to scroll down to see the evidence or do I have to post it again here?), I have also resolved to dedicate more time to pickin' the six-string. I took a guitar class in high school and have played it off and on since then but never reliably or seriously. I've written and recorded songs (They're somewhere in the archives here. I'm not sure where. Maybe I'll post a link to some mp3 files of some of them when I feel more motivated.) and love the feeling I get when I have created something. It doesn't have to be great; it just has to be mine.
It's a terrific emotional outlet but I'm also practicing for the day when I serenade a lady friend someday. I have to believe that would be irresistable.
No?
1 Comments:
I love that kind of thing...
And if the guy sounds good, even better!
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