pseudorockguru

I know, they’re dangerous….
The other day at work, some paramedics were talking about how many guys off of motorcycles they had picked up this ‘season’. I guess it’s the think a lot of people want to do, but as one of them said, he would open the garage in the monring, and just know that that was what would kill him. That’s why he’ll never get one.
Maybe it’s the usual, i’m invincible syndrome, none of that will ever happen to me, that I’ve got.
I think it’s the challenge, its something that I’m slightly afraid of. A good dose of fear always did stop me from doing stupid/overly dangerous things

I wont be learning this summer anyway, so I geuss I’ll worry about this all later.

My brain needs an off switch. Or at least a lower gear.
No progress has been made.

Today I was able to shake my favourite red pick out of my guitar. I foolishly dropped it in there last week. Today, I was armed with a small piece of transluscent plastic, that to me, meant the difference between playing one song and playing another.
Thus I continued writing the song I’ve been working on for a while now. I really should start writing it down though. Although I have a good handle on the chords and where i want them, it’s the words that escape me. After about 5 minutes of backwards progress, I resigned to playing other people’s songs. That didn’t work out so well either. Tomorrow, I will work on this tomorrow.