Sunday, August 19, 2007
Wind it
For the past few days, I just feel like taking my Dad's first and old guitar to play my favourite instrumental song by Bob Dylan. That is really what I call classic. I think I did mention, how much I love Avril's version.
Tuning the guitar by ears and I was so afraid of breaking the strings again which I did a few years back and had a phobia of tuning guitar. (My Dad blew up) Okay, I was exaggerating.
Okay, I know it made seem to people that it is just a simple song with only 4 chords but it killed me. I've got a blister on my middle finger right now. I seriously strum like a moron. Maybe, I need half a year to do that song. Hmm... I still want to do Runaway. That will take another one year. Oh gosh...
Speaking about music, my new drum teacher is great. It all depends on me now.
Money, money, money.
Life is money...
Tuning the guitar by ears and I was so afraid of breaking the strings again which I did a few years back and had a phobia of tuning guitar. (My Dad blew up) Okay, I was exaggerating.
Okay, I know it made seem to people that it is just a simple song with only 4 chords but it killed me. I've got a blister on my middle finger right now. I seriously strum like a moron. Maybe, I need half a year to do that song. Hmm... I still want to do Runaway. That will take another one year. Oh gosh...
Speaking about music, my new drum teacher is great. It all depends on me now.
Money, money, money.
Life is money...
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