Learning the Guitar. I have put down my beautiful Trumpet - temporarily - for an Acoustic Guitar... I know, I know. Insanity, right?I pride myself on fulfilling stereotypes. Ironically, of-course. Which is a type of irony in itself. I'm a twenty something Millennial, Blonde, White and Basic. I thoroughly enjoy moaning about #FirstWorldProblems and using # where they are not necessary. All ironically, of-course. #SorryNotSorry (That one was necessary.) My one weakness - yes only one, as I'm borderline mortal perfection, channeling Chelsea Peretti all the way - is a terrible secret. Despite my attempts to mock those around me, by doing exactly what they are doing with no outward sign that I do not love it myself, there is one hurdle I have fallen at every single year. After. Year. After. Year. After. Year.
The Pumpkin Spice Latte.I'm not even willing to have it in a cup that I have to hold. In all fairness, I do order a Decaf Soy Latte, (with cream if I want to see the Barista do their best to bite their tongue and continue doing the work smile, despite wanting to call me a moron.) This does rectify some of the issue: but not all. As such I've decided 2018 is the year for change. The year for self-improvement. The year to become a complete person, totally responsible for my own happiness. Obviously the way to do this is by learning Wonderwall on the Acoustic Guitar. Then I can annoy people though the mechanism of mainstream music... as well as speech, the written word and facial piercings. I really do consider myself multi-media. You have to be when you are this borderline mortal perfection. So, without further ado...
My Issues with learning the Guitar.
- It makes my fingers hurt.
- Practice is...meh. As opposed to pushing myself to play, louder, higher and for longer - until I can feel the physical effort this takes in every part of my body - literally just my fingers hurt.
- It's made of wood. That thing we burn to stay warm.
- No-one told me it was such a bloody quiet instrument.
- The weather makes it sad. Seriously, rain did strange things to it. Apparently, a bin-bag is not a suitable gig bag.