The leaves hang still, Unmoving in the morning heat A stagnant silence
There is guitar playing and there is life. Sometimes life gets in the way of guitar playing. That has been the case the past two weeks. My practice has slipped and my focus is shot. What I’m saying is… the dog ate my homework. She didn’t actually eat my homework, or in this case I… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Of Dogs and Homework
Could there be a lonelier place Than the pitching mound In an empty stadium As a home run ball rattles around The vacant outfield seats?
Weary and worn-out, Like someone singing the blues To shake off the morning
If you have been reading this series, you probably know that I am a fan of Lee Anderson’s Play Guitar Podcast. Lee is an excellent teacher and his passion for the guitar shines through in everything he does. I took much of my current practice regime from his template and it has been a revelation… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Down the Guitar Tone Rabbit Hole
Wondering forest trails, The crackling of dry leaves Underneath my feet
The metronome click- That slow and steady rhythm Not unlike a heartbeat
It was a rough week of practice. For the first time during quarantine, I missed two days of practice in a week. I also started to feel terrible about my playing, which is something that happens every so often. For days or even weeks at a time, I don’t like the way my guitar sounds.… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Burnout
Sitting still, alone As the sun peeks over the fence And stretches out to morning
A ramshackle grace Washes over me, Like amblin’, like a lazy river Rollin’ down from distant mountains, Searching for the ocean, To set me free.