With regard to the previous post, after a second 90-minute, non-stop practice session, I finally got, um, excited. I heard the GROWL. Some of you know what I mean, the place where the guitar(s) let go and everything’s in tune, and the big electric sound is all one animal with a life and voice all its own. Nice!
This time playing “Wipeout” in C, the IV and V chords way up the neck happened almost by themselves, so long as I yelled first, and my hand didn’t fall off. I also learned “Flight of the Surf Guitar” for the first time. (Sounds really scary on a 12-string, heh.) I’m almost ready to see if I can play with my friends, in other words, because I know I’m over the body/attitude hump: I played three hours already today, and I want to keep going! My body is fried, though.
When I did stop playing, I was so speeded up! It would have been a great moment to have a fight or take someone up on a dare.
Devil music! (Quite true, actually.)
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