Things that I like.
I'd like to get this out of the way first: Mudkipz. Technically I don't like them, but I do liek them.
Anyways, Nicole did one of these. I am stealing it.
Crystal! The feeling of new guitar strings. The smell of maple syrup. The color of the trees in autumn. Tweaking a song slightly just to give it the perfect sound. Seeing the sun rise and then going to bed. Waking up in the afternoon. Spending all day and night reading a great book. Ketchup. Macaroni and cheese. Pizza. Jonathan Coulton. Kaki King. Julia Nunes. Iron and Wine. Eric Mongrain. When things aren't always what they seem to be. Keeping in touch. Running into an old friend. Little kids. Old people. Peaceful silence. Deafening noise. Friends. Family. Music in general. Guitar legends. Eric Clapton. Joe Pass. BB King. Myself (I wish). Stevie Ray Vaughan. Robert Plant. Jimi Hendrix. Joe Satriani. The Beatles. The Who. Passing Rock Band vocals on expert for the first time. Singing backup vocals for Smile at the Semi, or trying to at least. Jumping around like a nut and having people look at me funny. Playing Sweet Home Alabama in my dad's band, even though I only knew the beginning of it. When three chords of a song can go on and on forever, even after the song is supposed to stop. When a friend stops by and you don't expect it. AIR CONDITIONING. Basketball. Baseball. The superbowl. My dog. The final chord of any song in existence. People who know all of the words to a specific movie. Chocolate. Three Musketeers bars. Misspelling words and retyping them multiple times. Mint chocolate chip ice cream. Reeses pieces. Apple Strudel. English, creative writing, and music class. Being an electrician's apprentice. Teaching guitar. The respect that some people give you after you tell them that you are a guitar teacher. Going on cruises. Jamaica. Mexico. Japan. The Panama Canal. Acoustic guitars. Twelve string guitars. Electrics. Basses. The fact that I own two basses and can't play them that well. Ukeleles. Mandolins. Banjos. Sitar. Woodstock stories from old people who may or may not have been there. Amateur directors and musicians who are better than professionals. Watching an amateur musician or director become more and more well known. When people respect others' opinions. Songs about zombies. How songs in commercials are more catchy than mainstream songs. People who have the guts to get up and perform in front of a group of people, whether they're good, or not so great. Coffee shops. Parks. Subways. The bullet train. How it takes so long to tweak one little chord of a song, but it's so worth it in the end. Youtube and Facebook. Matilda (my car). Spelling "a lot" wrong.
It's nowhere near finished though. I wrote most of it in a Chello's.
P.S. I would like to apologize to Math. I purposely left it out, and it's never coming back.
Anyways, Nicole did one of these. I am stealing it.
Crystal! The feeling of new guitar strings. The smell of maple syrup. The color of the trees in autumn. Tweaking a song slightly just to give it the perfect sound. Seeing the sun rise and then going to bed. Waking up in the afternoon. Spending all day and night reading a great book. Ketchup. Macaroni and cheese. Pizza. Jonathan Coulton. Kaki King. Julia Nunes. Iron and Wine. Eric Mongrain. When things aren't always what they seem to be. Keeping in touch. Running into an old friend. Little kids. Old people. Peaceful silence. Deafening noise. Friends. Family. Music in general. Guitar legends. Eric Clapton. Joe Pass. BB King. Myself (I wish). Stevie Ray Vaughan. Robert Plant. Jimi Hendrix. Joe Satriani. The Beatles. The Who. Passing Rock Band vocals on expert for the first time. Singing backup vocals for Smile at the Semi, or trying to at least. Jumping around like a nut and having people look at me funny. Playing Sweet Home Alabama in my dad's band, even though I only knew the beginning of it. When three chords of a song can go on and on forever, even after the song is supposed to stop. When a friend stops by and you don't expect it. AIR CONDITIONING. Basketball. Baseball. The superbowl. My dog. The final chord of any song in existence. People who know all of the words to a specific movie. Chocolate. Three Musketeers bars. Misspelling words and retyping them multiple times. Mint chocolate chip ice cream. Reeses pieces. Apple Strudel. English, creative writing, and music class. Being an electrician's apprentice. Teaching guitar. The respect that some people give you after you tell them that you are a guitar teacher. Going on cruises. Jamaica. Mexico. Japan. The Panama Canal. Acoustic guitars. Twelve string guitars. Electrics. Basses. The fact that I own two basses and can't play them that well. Ukeleles. Mandolins. Banjos. Sitar. Woodstock stories from old people who may or may not have been there. Amateur directors and musicians who are better than professionals. Watching an amateur musician or director become more and more well known. When people respect others' opinions. Songs about zombies. How songs in commercials are more catchy than mainstream songs. People who have the guts to get up and perform in front of a group of people, whether they're good, or not so great. Coffee shops. Parks. Subways. The bullet train. How it takes so long to tweak one little chord of a song, but it's so worth it in the end. Youtube and Facebook. Matilda (my car). Spelling "a lot" wrong.
It's nowhere near finished though. I wrote most of it in a Chello's.
P.S. I would like to apologize to Math. I purposely left it out, and it's never coming back.