I have not been on my own blog sing August. So this tells you what kind of day I had today.
My amigo (Carpool Dave) stopped by for a guitar lesson. We talked for a while about what what we each were doing in life and how we are trying to improve upon the quality and so on. Then I said "lets break out with them guitars and rock this joint!" or "nice guitar man." either way, it led to a lesson. Now here is the thing about me, I don't know how to play all that well and giving lessons has been limited to many children (who later learned from real instructors and went on to live happy healthy lives). I traumatized many souls in my day... sometimes by a choppy version of Tequila Sunrise in the afternoon or with a inebriated belting of Witchy Woman at 3AM! Sorry The Wardens <-- my favorite neighbors ever. Either way it was the tribute to The Eagles that mattered.
So as I am showing Dave how to play Already Gone or La Bamba (complete with non hispandex lyrics "palala la la la bamba") he sorta fizzles out (I think his fingertips were bleeding or he just started to imagine me doing a finally worthy of Hendrix and did not wanna see a guitar flying around my head) he stopped and talked to me about this blog. He said, a bunch of stuff about, my Christmas tree (its still up, lets not go there yet), my tv and The Smashing Pumpkins. At some point he looked me in the eye or looked away (I was so confused I really don't remember which) and said
"You are like a 50's, 60's 70's classic rock sorta banjo picking superfly kinda dude huh?"
*Silence*
I agreed because, I thought, yes, yes I am. HE went on for about 3 hours about how the Pumpkins early stuff was delicious and the newer, not so much. Then I started to play Marcy Playgrounds SEX AND CANDY... Thats when Dave left. As he was leaving I played more Eagles and heard Dave say something like "I think I should get a book and learn the chords on my own now, bye."
Ahhh teaching people how not to play the guitar is what I am gonna start telling people "is what I do."
