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I am feeling DAMN good. ok, first. tonight I had guitar lessons. My teacher started showing me this jazzy/funk song. I liked it and it was cool. THEN. he goes "I figured this is a song you could come to the Owen Murphy Inn and jam with me and the band on." !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fact that he took the time to pick which song, and show me and WANT me to play with him makes me feel fucking awesome. For him to think I'm good enough to play a REAL gig with him just blows my mind. Great stuff.
Then my dad and I went to the gym. I fucking owned on the weights. I worked hard...it felt so good. On my last set of inclined flies I got to 9...and i was working hard (had done 2 sets already). and i went down for 10 and my dad went to go like give me an assist but i said "Nnono! i got it" and i pushed and pushed and pushed and got those fuckers over my head. god did that feel good. i did a lot of lifting. lemme see if i can remember
Declined benchpresses, rows, pulldowns (for triceps), cable crossovers, curls (on preacher bench really focuses just on biceps), overhead pullovers, inclined flies, forward raises, leg presses, stiff legged deadlifts, and then i ran a mile. 3 sets of each, 10 reps a set. (except for some, like...the leg presses, with 240 lbs, on the last set i did 20 instead of 10). Pretty good workout!
What would you guys think of me being a music teacher? Like...It'd be cool as hell to go to college for music. And the whole point of college is to come out with something you can get a job with. And being a music teacher would be perfect for being a real musician, cause you have so much time off. Weekends, holidays, and just about half the year? (summer time). I don't know, just wondering what you guys think.
The fact that he took the time to pick which song, and show me and WANT me to play with him makes me feel fucking awesome. For him to think I'm good enough to play a REAL gig with him just blows my mind. Great stuff.
Then my dad and I went to the gym. I fucking owned on the weights. I worked hard...it felt so good. On my last set of inclined flies I got to 9...and i was working hard (had done 2 sets already). and i went down for 10 and my dad went to go like give me an assist but i said "Nnono! i got it" and i pushed and pushed and pushed and got those fuckers over my head. god did that feel good. i did a lot of lifting. lemme see if i can remember
Declined benchpresses, rows, pulldowns (for triceps), cable crossovers, curls (on preacher bench really focuses just on biceps), overhead pullovers, inclined flies, forward raises, leg presses, stiff legged deadlifts, and then i ran a mile. 3 sets of each, 10 reps a set. (except for some, like...the leg presses, with 240 lbs, on the last set i did 20 instead of 10). Pretty good workout!
What would you guys think of me being a music teacher? Like...It'd be cool as hell to go to college for music. And the whole point of college is to come out with something you can get a job with. And being a music teacher would be perfect for being a real musician, cause you have so much time off. Weekends, holidays, and just about half the year? (summer time). I don't know, just wondering what you guys think.