I picked up a guitar today. Must have been the first time
in a really long time. Years ago, Corey bought me a guitar. I couldn’t wish for
anything more beautiful. It’s prefect, slim, challenger blue electric Ibanez. I
always imagined being able to rock a guitar when I was younger. Still do. I had
a lot more time back then to practice. I didn’t have to worry about rent or
maintain a 9-5 job. I played after school and before bed. I never got even
decently good but I could jam out greensleeves like nobodies business.
Then being an adult got in the way. I worked a warehouse
job with a yucky commute that ate up my extra hours. If not at work I escaped
to socialize or do chores. Playing fell on the wayside.
I remember the first time I saw dust on the pick guard
and fret board. It really stung knowing I hadn’t got to play in a while.
A few weeks ago, Corey mentioned that he wanted an
acoustic so we could start playing again together. Sweet. Awesome idea for a
Christmas gift and I started researching right away. With the help of some
friends I narrowed down the options and eventually found a few that I could
choose from. Then what does Corey do, bam, comes home with this.
Damn it. All the men in my life, (Bro, dad, Corey) have
some sort of super power (curse maybe?) that involves them asking for stuff
around Christmas and then buying it for themselves days later. I don’t know how
many times I’ve stomped back off to the store to return gifts. Ha. Anyway, it’s
his dads so maybe I’ll still get him his own.
So today I sat down with this acoustic and attempted to
remember some chords. I must say, this isn’t like riding a bike. I didn’t
remember a thing. Corey made me a little cheat sheet when he gave me my guitar
and so I snuck a peek at that to refresh my memory. Ah yes, I remember the
feeling of cripple fingers now. Guess I have to get some callouses on these
puppies.
I just realized I haven't done a challenge post yet. Darn. I'll have to think of something.
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