One step forward, two steps back
Some days it feels like I’m making the unnatural chord natural. Other days it feels like I might as well be trying to fret it with y feet. And to compound it all Life has been getting in the way.
Life is a bugger like that. I guess life hangs around until these moments, the moments when you need a little time, a little pace. Then, with an evil laugh, Life comes from the shadows and wraps its evil arms around you so that no matter how hard to try to wriggle free you can’t. As a result, the unnatural chord remains unnatural. You wake up, bolt upright, in the middle of the night, knowing that you’re wasting time in bed when you should be getting your fingers around that sodding chord. But, no, you have to sleep because smart arse Life wants you to do all sorts tomorrow and if you don’t sleep you won’t be able to do it, you’ll get found out, lose your job, the missus will leave you, the debt collector will come knocking and be on the streets in no time. ‘Life’: what a twat.
Today though is Saturday. And my girlfriend is going out tonight. So I’m going to have a lad night in, singular. Me and the guitar and I’m going to crack that bastard chord once and for all.
Saturday, 13 June 2009
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