Posts Tagged ‘guitar’

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Bang On!

October 18, 2013

bang on

 

Two-by-four’s are like scissors; you shouldn’t run with them.

I have mentioned before that one of things I love about living in my neighbourhood is that you are always amazed to find things that still amaze you! Just got back from the grocery store and on my way across a busy intersection, I see two guys running to make the light carrying a two-by-four piece of wood in each of their hands. Not outrageous but strange nonetheless. Where are they going with these pieces of wood? What are they building that they only need four pieces?

The bigger question is: what would happen if one of them – or both tripped and fell over, thus dislodging the large segments of wood from their possession and possibly whacking someone in the head or face that was also crossing the street? Like me! What if they tripped and the wood slid into the moving traffic. Cars slamming on brakes , cyclists being thrown off their bikes; it’s not a pretty sight. Just what were they thinking, you might ask?

They weren’t. It’s kind of like when I wasn’t thinking at all when I smacked myself in the face with my GUITAR. I’m sure most of you know that an electric guitar can pack quite a bit of weight. Yeah. Ouch! Let me tell you, it was the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever done. – Okay, you can stop laughing for second! I was putting the strap over my head like normal but I guess I misjudged the distance of my head to the body and wham-o! Right in the kisser. The initial zing reverberates through your skull like a crazy trip for a millisecond, then instantly anger and frustration. I might even say rage enters the picture. I let go of the guitar and covered my mouth. That’s when the guys noticed something was up. (Typical men. How can you not notice me making out with a guitar?!)

I could’ve dealt with the blow but it wasn’t until they asked if I was okay that my anger and frustration exploded and I ……. teared up. That’s right. I almost started to cry. I know! How many times do I have to remind myself? There’s no crying in rock and roll! Duh! Everyone knows that. But man, until you get kicked in the face with the top end of a guitar you might think differently. Luckily I have some great band mates. Our bass player just sh-luffed the whole thing off and said, “Ah, I’m sure you’re not the first and you probably won’t be the last to do that.” And then he carried on about the business of plugging himself in. Gotta love that!

So my point to all this is – think. Think before you pick up a guitar. Think before you run across the street with loose two-by-fours. You might be safer with scissors! (Just kidding.)

Well, short and sweet today but thought you might get a little giggle out of my fat lip. Although, I have to say that my pride is more bruised than anything else. Oh well. Just another day as a muso.

Later!

-NG-

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Day 31 – Taking it all in

May 20, 2010

Carolyn Wonderland

I sometimes laugh at the incredibly stupid things I hear people say, even though really I think to myself, “Are you for real?” I met a nice man today who was talking up a female musician who will be playing a concert on Saturday night in my neck of the woods. Her name is Carolyn Wonderland and she’s apparently the modern-day Janis Joplin. He was gushing about her, which was so lovely to see. (I’m a sucker for inspiration stories.) Then he made a comment something along the lines of, “….She plays guitar just about as good as any man I’ve ever seen.”

Wait.

I’ll let that sink in.

He didn’t say that she was pretty much an incredible guitar player. He had to qualify her talent by comparing her to a male player…. because apparently only musicians of quality tend to be men. Is that not just some stupid shit?! Now I am NOT a bra burning feminist but I do like to stick my two cents in when it comes to sticking up for us girls. And that was just so stupid and lame!

But you’ll be proud to know that I held my tongue and with dignity, expressed that I found that comment very interesting. I’m not sure if he got the jist of the fact that I was trying to tell him to get his head out of his ass in a nice way but I just smiled and let it go. I mean he was a sweet man but I can’t help but get my bubble boiling over dumb-ass crap like that.

Even as I write this, I just smile at how we all think and act without thinking most of the time. I think we just regurgitate what we see and hear most of the time and actually think it’s our own thought. There are so many influences out there to sway us in one way or another. Kind of funny which way we choose to adhere to…….

I don’t think I’m making any sense anymore but hmmmmmmmmm is all I have to say.

Hmmmmmmm

Nowhere Girl

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If you crawled through the hole in my heart

You’d clearly see the place where you left a mark

Caress the embers from that first spark

of love