Musings on Bluegrass Bliss
The skin on the fingertips of my left hand is peeling off in shards. Who knew: the key to happiness is something akin to leprosy, apparently.
Learning the mandolin is everything I dreamed it would be. It's exhilirating and challenging and painful and absolutely, absolutely wonderful. I find myself looking forward to practicing like it's chocolate or something else I Cannot Live Without. My fingers have started to learn where to go automatically. This has never happened before.
Jeff Buckley and John Denver were meant to be heard on double GDAE, slightly out of tune, played by weak-but-strengthening hands.
90s alternarock never sounded so good as when sung in manner of sea shanty with improvised three-part harmony.
If I had known how happy it would make me to sit around with a bunch of other timid bluegrassy types, plunking out deliciously raw renditions that sound beautiful no matter how many mistakes we make, I wonder if it would have taken us this long to start. Probably would have, because it's always hard to risk sounding foolish, even among friends who are just as petrified of their own instrumental (and vocal) abilities.
That, and a free cone of Phish Phood and a new friend go perfectly together. I have a new shirt that says: "Hells Kitchen: It's a State of Mind!" Yes, shirt. Yes it is.
Learning the mandolin is everything I dreamed it would be. It's exhilirating and challenging and painful and absolutely, absolutely wonderful. I find myself looking forward to practicing like it's chocolate or something else I Cannot Live Without. My fingers have started to learn where to go automatically. This has never happened before.
Jeff Buckley and John Denver were meant to be heard on double GDAE, slightly out of tune, played by weak-but-strengthening hands.
90s alternarock never sounded so good as when sung in manner of sea shanty with improvised three-part harmony.
If I had known how happy it would make me to sit around with a bunch of other timid bluegrassy types, plunking out deliciously raw renditions that sound beautiful no matter how many mistakes we make, I wonder if it would have taken us this long to start. Probably would have, because it's always hard to risk sounding foolish, even among friends who are just as petrified of their own instrumental (and vocal) abilities.
That, and a free cone of Phish Phood and a new friend go perfectly together. I have a new shirt that says: "Hells Kitchen: It's a State of Mind!" Yes, shirt. Yes it is.