Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: March 28, 2001

Wednesday,
March 28, 2001

Oooh -- calluses!

Well, proto-calluses, anyway. But the tips of my left-hand fingers are definitely starting to toughen up, just in time for me to move up from strumming and power chords to maybe actually playing an entire song.

Or even writing one. Yes, I have a half-assed dance lick based on a D-A-C-G chord progression rumbling around in my head, so I wrote it down and I'm trying to refine it when I have the time. Who knows -- I might even be able to put down some lyrics to match it, as soon as inspiration hits me (with a 4x4, most likely). I haven't actually tried to write music since high school, and lyrics since college, but it just really feels right. Or at least fun, which is just as good.

I have to admit, this is cool. I've got three stories making the rounds, I'm working on a novel that absolutely tickles the life out of me, and the music is finally making a comeback, too. And there are all these cool on-line sites and guides for guitarists, too -- my favorite is guitarnoise.com, which is pretty much a one-stop shop for everything from chord theory to sheet music to lessons. It also has a column by Laura Lasley called The Other Side, which covers what the XX chromosome-enabled have been doing with their axes (that's musician slang for guitars. I'm so with it and hep). It's nice to know I'm not the only broad in her 30's who's decided to say, "Screw it," and start playing again.

Now all I have to do is find a community theater somewhere around here that's looking for alto redheads who can do comedy, and my cup runneth over. Weelah!

Meanwhile, I've just phoned my beloved to make sure that he got up for his Green Card interview, Europe having already gone over to Daylight Savings Time and Stockholm now being eight hours ahead of Dallas.

*sigh* He's really far away, isn't he? And I won't find out for a few hours if that's going to change. So frustrating. . .

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