Flamenco Boot Camp. Nearly.

I decided I'm not getting brilliant quick enough. On Sunday the sun was shining. I played for an hour but I really need to be playing for more. Much more. I need to play with the metronome more. I've got a new one on my iTouch and iPhone. That's how modern I am. But just like the old metronome, it's a little fascist. )Maybe that's why flamenco blossomed in the 30s? Dunno, I'll let the historians work that one out.) It's also highly insensitive. It just won't stop reminding me that me timing is, let's just say, not flawless.
But I'm going to win.
So everyday, for the rest of my life, I'm going to get out of bed an hour earlier and play/battle with the metronome. And do some sit-ups. And eat a healthy breakfast etc. It's all change from here on in. You watch...