Oh yeah! Back to the Guitars. That’s so much better. I can’t even tell you. It felt so good to just play for hours and then play a little more. And then play more the next day, and the next, to the point I had to take a day off because my fingers were sore.
Yes. That does mean I passed the test. For now I have my free time back to myself. I don’t know that I won’t have something else to work on after this. For now though, I’m very happy to be back to figuring out how to play this and how to play that, and all that good stuff.
I’ve been thinking about the fact that some of the guitars in my collection, haven’t really been getting the love they should. I gave some thought to why and found that there was something about a few of them that I just didn’t like as much as I had when I first got them. Either the sound wasn’t doing it for me, or it didn’t feel right, or I didn’t like the way it played. With that in mind, it seems a waste to hold on to them when someone else might find them to be exactly what they want. Maybe it’s time to see about letting go of those.
Yes, I have culled my collection. This was a big step, big decision, for me. There is one
guitar that I had in my teen years that I sometimes wish I had not gotten rid of so when I started playing again, and acquiring guitars, adopted the attitude that I wasn’t ever getting rid of another guitar. However, as I started seriously looking at my collection, what I play, what I don’t play and why, and what I want, it didn’t make sense to hold on to that attitude. Now I’m working from the idea that if I don’t love it, I won’t keep it.
I’m more interested in having a high quality instrument, with a sound and feel I love, even if it means paying more, and owning fewer instruments. One of the things I have finally come to understand is that a really good instrument not only makes you sound better for where you are, it also makes you want to be better. It took me a while to understand that and now that’s what I’m going to focus on with my guitars.
That’s not to say that I don’t have a few guitars that I keep for sentimental reasons. I do. That’s a different sort of love for the guitar. So those stay.
I gained quite a bit of mental space when I passed that test. It’s no longer something I have to continue to worry about and spend a lot of extra time on. I also gained mental space when I traded in those guitars. It’s amazing how much space they were taking up in my brain. So now that I have that bit of mental space, I’m ready and excited to get back to learning new songs and techniques. Though I admit, I feel a little like a kid in a massive toy store, I want to run all over the place and work on this over here, and that over there, and that over there, and wait, what’s over there. There’s just so much I want to play.

I’m going to need to find a little focus pretty quick. There’s another Blues Jam coming up this weekend and possibly the week after that as well. So I don’t have a lot of time to run all over the place trying to figure out what I’m doing. I need to just get busy. And with that, I’m off to figure out a practice plan for the next few days, and play some more. Here are a few more pictures from that last jam. Now that I’m not studying I’ll work on getting the video from it posted. That will be good to work on when my fingers need a rest, just before they start to blister.
this post.
And then there was the hurricane. First and foremost. I am extremely fortunate and grateful to live where I do. The weather event, while tedious in it’s duration and lack of drama for me, it was only tedious and lacking in drama. Fortunately. I did not sustain any damage, flooding, or prolonged power loss. Yep. I got to watch the weather coverage all weekend. Not healthy. However, it was just about all I could do for a good bit of the time. The anticipation is killer. And I find it to be especially debilitating when it comes to hurricanes. I have a more than healthy respect for Mother Nature and after living in Central Florida in 2004, I have an extreme dislike of wind events. As I imagine many who were there for that time do.
I had planned on taking one of my pet birds to the vet because she has been having a lot of trouble getting around. I suspected she is dealing with arthritis but wanted to make sure it wasn’t something else that was being neglected. It’s arthritis. There isn’t much I can do for her other than more comfortable perches and pain medication. Comfortable perches works for her. Pain medication not so much. She was cooperative about taking it the first two or three doses and from there she got increasingly less cooperative. She got really good at hiding from the dropper. She figured out how to bury her beak into my hand and leg and jacket so good that I had no chance of getting to it.
All the effort and struggle to give the bird her medicine was just more than I thought she could take and I didn’t want her mad at me so being the soft touch that I am when it comes to animals, after her dosing, she got proper head scratching. A process that could go on for forty-five minutes to an hour easily. I got tired before she did. Yep she’s definitely got me trained.
My family is fairly small and there aren’t a lot of our little nucleus left. And now there is one less. A week before I went on break I received a call that my Grandfather was in the hospital. His wife called to let me know and was really good about keeping me, and thus the rest of my family, up to date on how he was doing. After a little over a week they moved him to hospice. This was the first week while I was on break. Saturday morning after that I received the call that he had passed. So a trip back to Oklahoma was now in play. I have a sister and she and I are next in line there. My father passed five years ago and he was an only child. My Grandmother passed 15 years ago. Both his brother and sister passed a few years ago as well. He was 94. He lived a good long life and he out lived most of his family and friends. I went back for the funeral and to help with cleaning up what little bit of stuff I could. It’s not a trip you ever want to make and no matter how much we might intellectually accept something like a death is coming, I’m not sure you are ever totally prepared for it when it finally happens.
There are lots of experiences and feelings and events that can occur as a result of someone’s passing. The hospitality of a stranger was not one I was expecting. As you can imagine, staying at what had been my Grandfather’s house was going to be tight since there was other family coming in. So I was anticipating grabbing a hotel for the couple of nights I was going to be there. Except, a neighbor lady, who I had never met and had only met my Grandfather’s wife a few months ago, offered the use of her spare room with an en suite bathroom and shower. I am in admiration and appreciation of her hospitality. She was a very welcoming hostess. And quite an exceptional person with some great stories of really amazing adventures that have been her life. I am very happy to have had the chance to meet and converse with her, and again appreciative and grateful for her hospitality.
nights, so I traveled as light as I could. I expected that I might be coming back with a few more items than I went with and I really wanted to make the return trip as easy as I could. So I did not pack a computer. A kindle yes, but not the laptop. So studying while I was there was out. Not that I would have had the time really. That meant that upon my return I was going to be spending much more of my time left studying just to make up for the time away. And I did. I have a little more to read, just one chapter, and some quizzing to work through. I’m far enough, and what’s left is more peripheral information so while I’ll still be studying this next week, I have at least made it through the bulk of the information and am a little less stressed
about getting through the material in time for taking the test. The next step there is to schedule it. I’ve already purchased my voucher so it’s paid for, now I need to commit to a day, time, and location.

gear. And played. I got to play with him in that first set. It was pretty cool. Playing with a harp player, at least in my experience so far, brings a certain energy and dynamic to the experience that I like. I really have a great time seconding a good harp player.
So for this last jam I took both my Gretsch and my Les Paul. I chose to play the Les Paul. I left the pedals as they were. I didn’t disengage anything so I ended up with at least a bit of overdrive with some bite. This time I had the opposite problem. I had lots of room to turn the guitar up and no room to turn it down, and it was plenty loud. Now you can hear me.
