Looks like my links are out of date again. Man who knew the endgame would come so quickly for the CPMC incident? At any rate, I'm still stuck trying to figure out what started it all, but that'll pass now that the site's gone and a new distraction will present itself. I've never claimed to be anything more than out of the loop on this issue, despite what some of my good web friends think.
On another note, here I am home all day because my son is sick. Not bad sick, just fever can't go to school sick. Unfortunately, that also means don't let dad concentrate sick. I've taken this opportunity therefore to restring my guitars.
Update: Rearranged and choreographed links around 6 p.m...it reminds me of the heady days of 1994, writing html code w/o a graphic editor...
17 comments:
I just did that last weekend. Well, sans the sick-kid bit. Didn't have any of that.
There's nothing like a wall of shiney, clean, tuned strings staring at you in slick glory, begging to be played.
Nothing like a freshly re-stringed guitar. Such a good feeling.
So many of us DC bloggers who play guitar - we should start a band. A Band of Bloggers. Ok, don't worry, I'm punching MYSELF in the shoulder for that comment.
Band of bloggers. Ouch.
I used to play bass in a band, so I have a bass guitar, too. Start up the hootenanny!
I've got dibs on the cowbell.
Mass, here is a new playground for you. http://patrickjfitzgerald.blogspot.com It needs some work before I roll it out, it has possibilities.
My Gibson always likes to play. With whomever, wherever.
That's a beautiful guitar, Lonnie. Love the inlays. My acoustic is an Ibanez Performance -- basic entry model, but suitable for my level of skill...
IF A BLOG BAND HAPPENS I'M DELINKING THE WHOLE STINKING LOT OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
;)
Now, now -- don't get pissy. You can do back-up vocals! Are you handy with a tambourine?
oooh.
backup vocals you say?
now i'm intrigued.
They'll be back. Besides, technically they haven't gone anywhere, which is a good thing. There are some of them who are wonderful to hang out with.
I can sing as well as Neil Young. :)
Don't denigrate Saint Neil.
Mass, my feeling for you are hard to describe so I penned a little song after I met you last week at the Hater's Happy Hour:
Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam I know that’s who you are,
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire.
You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away.
I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream,
You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away.
You are just a dreamer, and I am just a dream.
You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away.
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I know you hate lengthy posts, but I could not resist...
Am, G, F, Em, G
One of the first songs I learned...
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