i started taking guitar lessons this week. it's fun. i can play two notes - very poorly while staring at my fingers intently. i imagine i'll be ready to form a band in 2015. the class is through ncsu and there's a bunch of freshman in it. i kept snickering because the kids that needed to borrow guitars had to fill out a form and supply their parent's home address and phone number. one boy cheered when he learned that there were no left-handers in the class. another girl turned to the girl next to her who was wearing a john mayer t-shirt and said "i went to his concert the other night. he sucks".
it was all very freaks and geeks funny.
i went to harry's guitar shop to get my gee-tar re-strung and to get a new case. and to pick up what we in the profession call a "pick". the shop was guitar-a-rrific. the guy that was helping me was super nice - i remembered him because i thought he looked liked greg allman. and then when i went to leave i said "thanks for all your help...what's your name?" and he said "greg". and i almost peed my pants. i saw a guitar that one of my classmates has - she's never played before and it cost $500. my brother bought me my gee-tar super second-hand five years ago at a pawn shop and it was probably stolen from open mike night at deluxe in downtown wilmington.
ANYWAY. i'm learning to play the guitar. and i can't stop drinking orangina.
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