February 23, 2007
Getting back in the groove
I haven’t visited many other blogs for the last week or so. The fatigue from this virus has got me falling asleep at the keyboard several times a day, and I don’t remember much of the little that I have gotten around to. I suppose I must finally be getting better, because I’ve been cruising blogs tonight and have actually retained a little of what I’ve read.
The fellow who writes Guitar Licks reminds me of my brother, his mind always on music. He’s got some great recommendations on musical equipment and accessories. What sent me back to the past and memories of my brother, though, was his reminescent post about his early attempts to make it big in music. Reading that took me right back to junior high and high school, spending my afternoons and weekends in garages and rec rooms, watching the guys, supporting them on their road to stardom. Life got in the way, as it does for many, and none of them went on to careers in music. I suspect that all of them, though, still revert to their pasts on a regular basis, and I’m sure they also all still partake in the ultimate male bonding ritual. Check out Guitar Licks. There’s too much good stuff for me to mention it all here.
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Posted by skeet @ 9:43 pm • Society & culture
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February 24th, 2007 at 12:19 pm, Chris Says:
Hey thanx for taking a looksie at my sight! Tricia told me that you had written about my site the other day. If you are ever in our neck of the woods then do not hesitate to stop over for a visit and a free guitar lesson. I’ll make it worth your while.
Your site looks fabulous. I just got home from work so, after dinner, I’ll have to check out the rest of your new home!
Keep on blogging!
Chris
February 24th, 2007 at 12:32 pm, skeet Says:
Mahalo Chris, for the offer of lessons. I don’t own a guitar, but there’s a ukelele gathering dust because I’ve not yet learned what to do with it. You’re lovely wife knows y’all can have the guest room whenever you want to visit; maybe I should stipulate that you’ll have to teach me a few chords?