folkie dokie, toronto, and ANTM
I’m actually playing a guitar. It amazes me every time I pick it up, tune it, and strum some chords that indeed, I’m playing the guitar. I SERIOUSLY didn’t think it would go this quickly. Not that I’m a virtuoso or anything, but a few chords under your belt opens a wide range of tunes.
I can’t say I dislike folks music. But am I passionate about it? Not really. Frankly, I keep thinking in the Gospel vein of things, which I suspect will involve far more diminished chords than I know. But I’ll get there.
Last weekend at the 2nd half, the big jam session after class, one of the instructors asked for requests from the crowd. One guy jokingly yelled “Freebird” the über ubiquitous guitar request of the masses. Well no shit, the teacher taught us the six chord circle of the song and voila, an entire room full of people were playing it.
Well, the room minus the Guitar 1 students. I have no clue how the hell an F chord is supposed to work. Apparently pterodactyls and creatures with extended claw-like phalanges can manage to stretch that far. I can’t. Yet.
One of the teachers has been playing bass in the room while we’re jamming together during the 2nd half. Methinks bass *might* just be what I want to do next. Assuming I have no Bouzouki yet. We’ll see.
In other news, I might be going to Toronto for Halloween to do some massive coverage for Windy City. I don’t think I’m gonna have to pay for it either, which is sort of fabulous right?
And, ANTM has began. My Wednesday night addiction surfaces once again. Check out my Chicagoist posting on the subject. I’m on the Television beat now over at Cist and I’m pleased as punch about it.
Finally, I think I need to resurrect the Japanese Phrase of the Day. Stay tuned for one later on…