A few days ago I was outside playing fetch with my dog and we got into a friendly game of ” drop it what does drop it mean?” When all of the sudden one of my acrylic nails popped off.
I was looking at my now naked nail and ugly finger ( my hands, yuck they are UGLY ) when this thought popped into my head.
” You know Anita, if they all popped off you could play the guitar again.”
After we went in ( I lost at the game of drop it, what does drop it mean) I pulled my guitar out of the closet, took it from it’s case and tuned it’s dull yet ok strings. Here’s the funny part. I gave this to myself 6 years ago after not playing guitar for over 15 years and then put it away.
I was surprised I could tune it by ear. It was a surprise.
Then I tried to find the rest of my gear.
Most of it was gone, I gave it to my brother and my Amp is a Vox Super Beatle that can NO WAY be used where I live now because that baby is LOUD.
So I went on line and ordered a little practice amp and all that stuff you need if you want to play.
Plus I bought headphones.
Then I went to work at taking off the rest of my nails- not so awesome. But I did it and managed to not hurt myself. I tell a lie. It did hurt. Oh well.
I am ready to go back to playing the guitar- without a doubt that impulsive little thought was the best decision ( coupled with taking my writing seriously ) I’ve made in years
and it came to me out of nowhere all because I broke a nail.
My beautiful Ibanez.
I’ve always used Boomer strings-no reason. Strings are pretty much all the same as far as I’m concerned, but I bought these because of those Millennial Snowflakes who decided I’m a World Destroying Bernie Bot Hater – an ignorant Boomer who stumbles around with the help of a walker and I take loads of medication so I won’t die
It’s a derogatory term when it comes out of their tender littler mouths.
Eff you snow flakes.
This is my dog and my guitar- toss in my writing and that is my world now.
I know- awesome, right?