Practice
I finally did it.
My band is going to get together for the last time next Sunday and I haven’t played a note on my guitar since the last rehearsal we had, which was back in March. Nine… freakin’… months.
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This morning, just a few minutes ago, after I finished my exercise for the day I finally did it. I took a guitar out of its case and played it. Just for a few minutes. It hurt so I stopped. I’ll try to play a little longer tomorrow. I’ll try to play a bit every day between now and Sunday.
I am going to play my 1978 Les Paul Custom. It’s been my #1 guitar since 1990 so it deserves to be played at the last practice. It needs new strings, of course, but I’ll do that on Saturday. I’ll live with the dead strings for now.
I took my pedal board home after that last practice in March. It was picking up some weird noise and I was going to take it apart and see if I could find where it came from. I’ll try to make some time for that this week too. We’ll see.
Practice today (the little I was able to do) was just natural minor scales. I started at the first fret and played an F minor scale across all six strings, up and back. Then I moved up a fret and did the same thing in F# minor. I kept going up the neck, one fret at a time, until I played in E minor at the 12th fret. I did that 3–4 times and then noodled over the background music playing on the film photography youtube video I was watching while I did all of this. I bent strings at this point and holy shit did it hurt. I have no calluses anymore. This is going to suck. My playing is going to suck. Let’s go finger tips, let’s get those calluses back… by Sunday… yeah.
And there you have it, folks. Robbie pretended to be a musician for 10–15 minutes. Let’s see if I make it a trend. That would be nice.
