 And yet, I came away in love with the girl with the electric ukelele
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May. 21st, 2009 @ 06:48 pm 
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This afternoon I watched Miss Congeniality and Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous. (I have them both on DVD - don't judge me, they are actually both really good movies.) (Even if Miss Congeniality 2 is the gayest "straight" movie ever - to the extent that my mother, on viewing it with me, observed: "So, the romantic subplot in this one is with her female partner, right?") I recommend this as a way to pass an afternoon when feeling completely incapable of doing anything more strenuous than collapsing.
My spoon tally is currently heavily negative, and I'm trying to regenerate some.
Yesterday was a very long, exhausting day, much of which I spent crying. Including during my session with my psychologist, very little of which I spent not crying. I've been crying quite a bit lately - it's more than slightly annoying. My brother-out-law argues that it's a sign I'm getting better. I maintain that when I was more emotionally damaged I at least didn't blub all the time...
One highlight was stopping by my preferred music shop, to get my mother's guitar serviced. As it turns out, however, the guitar is actually in very good shape - the machine heads just needed oiling, and since conditioning the fretboard a) is easy and b) requires removing the strings, that's being left aside for now. They're out of fretboard conditioner, but I'm going to get some when they get it in, and condition the fretboard next time I replace the strings.
One of the Guitar Dudes oiled the machine heads, worked them into shape, tuned the guitar to check it out, gave me recommendations for how to deal with the fretboard, etc... all for the hefty price of nothing at all.
This is why that (Musgroves Music on Hay Street, for Perthites) is my preferred guitar shop - the guys who work there are kind of awesome. The service is excellent, and they're pretty patient with foolish questions. They do sell some other instruments besides guitars, but they mostly have guitars, and I sigh happily every time I go in there.
When I get my settlement for lost everything since the accident, I have a short list of things I would have bought by now had I been able to earn money, and haven't. Aside from repaying certain people a few grand here and there, the rest I conserve to live on while I finish recovering.
The list is:
1) Electric guitar
2) Full-size keyboard (because I want to learn piano-type skills as well, including learning to read music properly; I considered a digital piano, but they're a lot more expensive, and also very bulky; a keyboard I can prop up in a corner)
3) Digital SLR (maybe - not fully decided)
And that's all. Not that those items aren't quite pricey, mind you; a keyboard will cost me a few hundred dollars, the guitar will quite possibly cost a couple of thousand, and digital SLRs are really quite expensive.
But the thing is: if I'd been working all this time, if my life hadn't fallen apart when I got hit by a car, I would have these things. And, too, while they're expensive to buy, they're things that will, barring major accidents, last me many years of satisfaction and joy. Keyboards can last a really long time, and guitars, if cared for, last decades upon decades.
While at the guitar shop, wandering around admiring instruments while the nice man worked over Mum's guitar, I stopped at a display of violins - with, among them, one viola.
Me, to brother-out-law: "Look, Chas! It's a viola!"
Chas: "Bad Sami."
Me: "You're right... it knows it's a viola, it's cruel to point it out." Pause. "If you're driving down the road and see a violist and a conductor, which one do you hit first?"
Chas: "... I don't know."
Me: "The conductor. Business before pleasure."
More random music jokes:
Q: What's the difference between a viola and a trampoline?
A: You take your shoes off to jump on a trampoline.
Q: What's the definition of "perfect pitch"?
A: Throwing a viola into a dumpster without hitting the rim.
Q: Why do violists stand outside houses for a long time?
A: They can't find the key and they don't know when to come in.
Q: Why is a bassoon better than an oboe?
A: The bassoon burns longer.
Q: What's a burning oboe good for?
A: Setting a bassoon on fire.
Yes, I do know some guitarist jokes. No, I'm not telling them, because I want to be a guitarist.
That said, if I'm ever again physically capable of bowing an instrument, I also want to learn to play the cello, because it's one of my all-time favourite instruments to listen to.
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