Sep 30, 2010 16:46
Today I was stuck, blocked, backwards, bored on the frets and slow on the strums as always and ever, so I thought, what's the difference anyway? and I wound each string off my guitar and wound the new ones on back to front instead of front to back.
Fret fret, strum strum.
I opened my dusty box of picks--I never understood how anyone could use a pick, I could barely hit the right strings being able to feel each one and I'd come home from a performance with a bleeding thumb--and I picked away like it was nothing, like how else would you throw your fingers at the strings?
And finally I asked myself, has Jimmi Hendrix taught me nothing?
Why. Didn't. I. Do. This. Years. Ago.