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So The Boyfriend has been very patiently teaching me to play the guitar for the last two weeks, because he is a goddamn guitar prodigy and I demanded lessons.
First, he taught me to restring it. Then he taught me some songs. I take requests, provided you request one of the three songs in my repertoire: the blues, "Wild Thing", or a very slow and awkward intro to "La Bamba". Then he taught me the major chords (although I can't really do F major or B major very well).
Today, he brought me a present--a beginner guitar book (so actually, you can add "Ode to Joy" to that repertoire)--and also, I can now play a slow and awkward intro to "Free Fallin'". The Boyfriend promised that someday, I would rock "Stairway to Heaven". I'd just like to do a less shitty version of "Free Fallin'".
Every time I think he can't get more awesome, he does.
First, he taught me to restring it. Then he taught me some songs. I take requests, provided you request one of the three songs in my repertoire: the blues, "Wild Thing", or a very slow and awkward intro to "La Bamba". Then he taught me the major chords (although I can't really do F major or B major very well).
Today, he brought me a present--a beginner guitar book (so actually, you can add "Ode to Joy" to that repertoire)--and also, I can now play a slow and awkward intro to "Free Fallin'". The Boyfriend promised that someday, I would rock "Stairway to Heaven". I'd just like to do a less shitty version of "Free Fallin'".
Every time I think he can't get more awesome, he does.