Poem of the Day 8/4/20
The leaves hang still, Unmoving in the morning heat A stagnant silence
Author: E.H. Decker
E.H. Decker is the name of a pen, like Mark Twain, not A.T. Cross. Said pen belongs to a father of two writing between jobs on movies, parenting and obsessing over movies, tv, music, wine and words. Comments here are encouraged so long as you can be respectful to others and you have actually taken the time to read what you're commenting on.
Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Of Dogs and Homework
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
Poem of the Day 8/3/20
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?
Poem of the Day 7/20/20
Weary and worn-out, Like someone singing the blues To shake off the morning
Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Down the Guitar Tone Rabbit Hole
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
Poem of the Day 07/9/20
Wondering forest trails, The crackling of dry leaves Underneath my feet
Poem of the Day 7/7/ 20
The metronome click- That slow and steady rhythm Not unlike a heartbeat
Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Burnout
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
Poem of the Day 7/6/20
Sitting still, alone As the sun peeks over the fence And stretches out to morning
Poem of the Day 7/3/20
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.
