Dang.
I sat there, just staring at it. It looked so far away. Down there. On the floor. I wondered for a moment if I could somehow, somewhere find the energy to pick it up. I strummed with my fingers for a bit, then stood up to get my pick. At that moment, I thought, "Well, I'm up. Might as well put my guitar away."
And that's how my guitar practice ended today.
Oh, there I go, showing off my Irish DNA again. I hope you have your sunglasses on. Or maybe a welding mask.
Anyway, I was practicing what Mr. Stine calls scratching. It's where you mute your strings and just practice strumming to a song or something. It's how you learn rhythm. So, I'd gone to one of my playlists on YouTube looking for a song with a good, strong rhythm to practice to. I found a couple, and went through them.
Somehow, I ended up watching a bunch of old '80s hair band videos. There's a reason they call them hair bands. It's another one of those What Were We Thinking? moments. I must be getting old, because while I was sitting there watching Jon Bon Jovi, Motely Crue, and Styx prancing around the stage, all I could think of was,
I'd rather listen to my old white headed shanty men.
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