waddlyman

I was doodling on my guitar when suddenly I found out how to play the intro to stairway to heaven.


I have never seen the tab for that song nor am i a even a small led zeppelin fan so I really stumbled upon it.

I'm going to start learning the scales on guitar. My heart is beating rapidly at the thought of this. Perhaps it is due to the spectacular Turkish coffee I made or just unexplainable nervousness.

I'm way too close to giving myself a hitler 'stash.

I took a bit too much off the sides.

You know what I miss? The semi-random one second subway car blackouts.

Like a rainstorm, he said, the braided colors
Wash over me and are no help. Or like one
At a feast who eats not, for he cannot choose
From among the smoking dishes. This severed hand
Stands for life, and wander as it will,
East or west, north or south, it is ever
A stranger who walks beside me. O seasons,
Booths, chaleur, dark-hatted charlatans
On the outskirts of some rural fete,
The name you drop and never say is mine, mine!
Some day I’ll claim to you how all used up
I am because of you but in the meantime the ride
Continues. Everyone is along for the ride,
It seems. Besides, what else is there?
The annual games? True, there are occasions
For white uniforms and a special language
Kept secret from the others. The limes
Are duly sliced. I know all this
But can’t seem to keep it from affecting me,
Every day, all day. I’ve tried recreation,
Reading until late at night, train rides
And romance.

One day a man called while I was out
And left this message: “You got the whole thing wrong
From start to finish. Luckily, there’s still time
To correct the situation, but you must act fast.
See me at your earliest convenience. And please
Tell no one of this. Much besides your life depends on it.”
I’ve been looking at old-fashioned plaids, fingering
Starched white collars, wondering whether there’s a way
To get them really white again. My wife
Thinks I’m in Oslo—Oslo, France, that is.

The New York Times plans to charge frequent readers for access to its website. I have already found this to be a terrible idea and have begun to use NPR and Free Speech Radio News as my source of news. I have noticed that The Times has increasingly begun to focus on pop news without heavily focusing on issues it was once known for addressing.

I approve of NPR's website lay out and FSRN has all of its reports on audio so I can listen to it while doing work.

Very few times do I ever support any product but when I do I wholeheartedly believe in it.

This time, I am happy to say that I am branded to the Eccolo Ltd. company. I bought two journals from them in order to use in my practice and personal life and I have loved them. I am very happy with their D421N Simply Black (6x8) model. It is a small, transportable and durable journal. I've stuffed it in my bag and cargo pants and it has proven to not let the pages get ruined. I love the very honest and simple design. I like how there are no logos or etched words anywhere on the covers.

Today I bought a larger journal, the Griff Journal (8x10.5") journal because I needed something professional and of a larger size. This product continues to provide me with a simple, elegant and durable looking product.

The thing I like about this company is that its products take advantage of its pages by allotting plenty of space for writing without wasting it on decorations, obnoxious space gaps or really spacious lines.

I've included a whole bunch of photos of these to products to help illustrate what I mean.

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Bands whose music I like a lot because of the great drumming:

Sleater Kinney

Dinosaur Jr.

Blonde Redhead

LoveLikeFire

The National

Oneida

Wolf Parade

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My guitar playlist is now 39 minutes long. I want to make it longer.

Pearl Jam - Love Boat Captain
Eels - Beginner's Luck
Nicole Atkins - Maybe Tonight
Pearl Jam - Life Wasted
Pearl Jam - Wishlist
Pearl Jam - World Wide Suicide
Oasis - Don't look back in anger
Metric - Help I'm Alive
Eels - My Timing is Off
Metric - Sick muse

I've increased my body movement a lot since I began playing guitar. I now somewhat fling my arm around when I strum in a way that somewhat resembles the way Pete Townshend does...but it looks more like Carrie Brownstein's (Sleater-kinney). I sometimes have movements that resemble Stone Gossard's (Pearl Jam)- particularly when I am really digging a song and I do that head-bobbing thing he does. Sometimes I am as energetic as John Entwistle would be when he played any Who song.

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Lately I've been finding a ton of joy from just playing guitar. I know I couldn't make it professionally...maybe some coffee money while in a park and accompanied with a friend...but I have never seriously considered making a band just for the respite more than I have these last 30 days.

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In the last two weeks I have committed myself to doing covers to songs I really enjoy. They all seem to share a theme. Only two of them have tabs available. The others I will come up with something that sounds nice and mixes well with the lyrics. I plan to start forming melodies and printing the lyrics this Thanksgiving break. I will begin to record, edit and post them somewhere online during the Xmas break.

I already have the album cover.

I have no clue how...but my ProCo RAT 2 (made in USA model...no longer available to purchase) is somehow working again. I was really teary a few months ago when it stopped working but now it works again. I tested Saturday evening because I began to play guitar again and I was about to yell in happiness at the sound that came out of that thing.

Oddly enough...my Danelectro Cool Cat Tremolo is not working right. The switch in this pedal seems like it is dirty, loose or somehow worn. I'll clean it up sometime later. I'd rather have the tremolo f-up than the RAT because it is just easier to replace and much cheaper too.

I need to buy a new pack of 9V batteries at some point and maybe a new jumper cable for the pedals of better quality than radioshack.

I'm so damn ecstatic!

I was cutting through the big fields near my house this evening to get home. Well, I was about to anyway. I stopped before the grass and rolled up my pant legs to avoid them getting wet in the grass. I saw a dog some 20 ft from me without a leash or owner. It looked at me too and I thought to myself: "Be cool man be cool and he'll do nothing". So I began to move like I normally do and suddenly I feel a bump on my calves. The dog was jumping up and down at me. It was sort of friendly but it also used its teeth. I started making soothing sounds and tried to keep walking away but it kept circling and jumping at me. I was also afraid that it was abandoned and I thought of how I could help it. It started using a lot of his teeth at this point so I had to distract it with my umbrella...it started play biting that but it also liked my right arm -.- Fortunately, the owner was somewhere and whistling and after about 5 mins. of the guy whistling (I could not see the owner or else id have walked toward him) the dog finally ran a huge circle around the field and returned to the owner.

All that time, in my head I was thinking: Okay how do I social work my way out of this one. I was thinking of how I would deal with potentially violent clients. Then I realized, "Dude this is a dog."