i have tennis elbow.
i don't even really know what tennis elbow is. i mean, i do. because web md tells me what to know. but i sure as hell don't play tennis. and i haven't done anything today other than wake up, shower, and get on a bus. and then walk. i bet it's the walking. must be something to do with the walking. but it hurts. my left elbow hurts.
a while ago, i posted about how i wanted the accompaniment to the song "i could write books" from "zanna, don't."
i found sheet music of just the melody line. and then i joined this like, piano file-sharing site. and i found a guy that has the sheet music and pleaded with him to share it with me. and he did, and then it turns out to be exactly the same thing as before: the melody line.
so that's lame. i guess i could figure out accompaniment. there are chords written over the notes -- like a fake book. it'll be a project. a really horrible project.
a while ago, i posted about how i wanted the accompaniment to the song "i could write books" from "zanna, don't."
i found sheet music of just the melody line. and then i joined this like, piano file-sharing site. and i found a guy that has the sheet music and pleaded with him to share it with me. and he did, and then it turns out to be exactly the same thing as before: the melody line.
so that's lame. i guess i could figure out accompaniment. there are chords written over the notes -- like a fake book. it'll be a project. a really horrible project.