IceCreamMan wrote: just a word of caution, that 10 year old is gonna kick yr ass...make peace with it now 8)

Urgh, I know. They are like irritating high pitched sponges at that age. I can only hope that I am more motivated, being that this is an entirely one sided competition. At least I know for a fact that we sing equally awful. Small comfort.

beardedmoose wrote: Whats up Lindles, You are the most comitted person i know.. practice before work? Well done , keep it up and shout if you have any woes.

Welcome to the jungle

It's pretty much the only time the house is empty and I can suck without feeling everyone's judgement. Which they are probably not doing, being that none of them can play anything either, but I am still convinced I feel it. Possibly because I have issues.

And now I'm going to have Welcome to the jungle in my head all day.



Ooh, new development on my road of learning: today I have learned that amps are doggone heavy. And I learned this by dropped it on my foot. Knob side first. Perhaps I shouldn't play barefoot anymore.


Thanks for all the welcomes! I think I'm gonna like it here. Think I'm gonna feel like I belong... and now the ear worm is Welcome to my nightmare. Why I do these things to myself? *headesk*

Hi! I'm Lindie, from Pretoria. I've been playing... correction, I've owned a guitar for almost 3 weeks now. The noise I make with it can not be called playing by any stretch of the imagination. I am still in the having trouble getting simple chords right stage of learning, but at least my fingers don't quite feel like they are being ripped open anymore. Minor progress, but I'll take it. I knew going in that learning the guitar is hard, but somehow you just don't realize just how hard until you try forcing your fingers into shapes they feel like they weren't designed to make. Then comes the realization that I will never have long nails again. *sigh* I'm not even a musician yet, and already I am suffering. ?

I have noticed that when I do my before work morning practice, the cat comes to investigate and sits watching me. Sometimes she purrs. Either I have my very first fan, or she thinks I am playing the mating song of her people. Or maybe she just wants to gnaw my strings. Cats, who knows what goes on in their crazy little heads.

Right, so reasons I took up the guitar. I like music and I wanted to make some. I have no delusions of becoming a superstar, but I do intend to pull it out when we have family gatherings and muck about until someone tells me to stop. Also, my cousin bought his 10 year old daughter a guitar, and by George, I am too immature to have a child 1/3 my age beat me at this.

I shall not bore you with my gear; it's cheap and entry level and the less said the better.

Eish, why don't I just get my name changed to Rambler? Anyhoo, hello. Thanks for having a forum where I can join and be awkward.