Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Playing for People....

Tonight, I played guitar and sang for a small amount of people, and it was a kind of new song, which I will do again for them, on a later date.
Two things blew through my mind, this is where my inner novas and novelist make their appearance.

1. "You need to play a song until your sick of it, because once your good enough at the song to be sick of it, your almost there, you can play it for people, and they might like it, because they haven't hopefully gotten sick of it."

Honestly I wholeheartedly agree with that, because other wise you will feel like your awful when you play a new song. Because I'm still in the honeymoon faze of learning the song I played. and I fell like I could have done so much better if I had learned it sooner, and practiced more, and if I didn't have scar tissue on my bare chord finger's knuckle

So from a guitarist of 5 years, to much practice isn't a thing. Killing a song, do it!

2. Not hearing your guitar, makes such a difference.

The chord my guitar was plugged into was dead, I mean, we should have put it in a canoe shipped it off and shot a flaming arrow at it, it was that dead. Deader than dead.

We didn't know what was wrong at first but then a guy who was helping me, at the end of my set, he said that the back up 2 chord should have been sent out to sea a long time ago... so yeah that was that.

Two things to mess up playing for other people.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Being Asked Out...

That moment when you receive a message like "Hey, I wanted to ask when we first met, but I was wondering if we could go out or something." you as a person have the choice to say "Yes" or "No."

I have only ever been asked out twice, and each time I have said "I'm sorry, but I don't date." Not because I wouldn't want to but because I'd prefer not to date people I'm not close friends with. But every time I've said no, I get this stabbing pain in my gut, like guilt. As if it is a crime to say what I say.

One other time I was nearly asked out, the guy asked for my phone number, he was like the male version of me, he was a writer, and my response to this young man who I was attracted to was "I don't own a phone... Sorry." he almost left his phone there, and if I hadn't said anything I would have had his home number.

Life man, I don't date, and every time I've gotten asked out or the one time they asked for my phone, I say stuff like that. What young adult woman does this? right.

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