The Saga Continues
Jun. 16th, 2018 04:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jtthomas Little Bear's original owner couldn't make it last night; she may come over in a few weeks. Still, I brought Little Bear to the party my dad had, and played not only the one song I had in my repertoire when I first picked him up but also two songs I learned yesterday. I knew Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, one of my dad's favorites, since it has only a few chords.
Yesterday, I managed to teach myself Dawson's Christian, using the same chords as Hallelujah with only a couple of modifications. I know it's still got some flaws in it, but I may end up recording it at some point, maybe posting it on YouTube if I think it's decent. Then, right before the party, my dad taught me the two chords for Horse With No Name.
Up until yesterday, my time limit for practice was about ten minutes before my thumb was too painful to do anything more for the entire day. (This still holds true for my fiddling, which is only at a minimum right now due to hypermobility posing a problem.) With Little Bear? Five half-hour sessions, plus the actual party. I'll take it.
So far today, no absolute temptation to grab Little Bear for a round of practice. Not that I'm not tempted; on the contrary, the thrill is just going down and I'm getting into a consistent pattern of longer-without-means-more-time-with next time I pick him up. I'll probably have half an hour or so in a little while ... or as soon as I post this.
Having fallen into this connection, I don't know how to do this very well yet. But I'm going to figure this out, somehow, because I've got focusing abilities I haven't had in years as soon as I pick Little Bear up.
(Visual reference at this link. Little Bear is on the far right, a dark reddish guitar which cost $150 in 1968. The original catalog reports a solid wood top; Little Bear is weighted weirdly enough that I'm pretty confident this is the precise model, though the lighter one to its left stands a chance.)
Yesterday, I managed to teach myself Dawson's Christian, using the same chords as Hallelujah with only a couple of modifications. I know it's still got some flaws in it, but I may end up recording it at some point, maybe posting it on YouTube if I think it's decent. Then, right before the party, my dad taught me the two chords for Horse With No Name.
Up until yesterday, my time limit for practice was about ten minutes before my thumb was too painful to do anything more for the entire day. (This still holds true for my fiddling, which is only at a minimum right now due to hypermobility posing a problem.) With Little Bear? Five half-hour sessions, plus the actual party. I'll take it.
So far today, no absolute temptation to grab Little Bear for a round of practice. Not that I'm not tempted; on the contrary, the thrill is just going down and I'm getting into a consistent pattern of longer-without-means-more-time-with next time I pick him up. I'll probably have half an hour or so in a little while ... or as soon as I post this.
Having fallen into this connection, I don't know how to do this very well yet. But I'm going to figure this out, somehow, because I've got focusing abilities I haven't had in years as soon as I pick Little Bear up.
(Visual reference at this link. Little Bear is on the far right, a dark reddish guitar which cost $150 in 1968. The original catalog reports a solid wood top; Little Bear is weighted weirdly enough that I'm pretty confident this is the precise model, though the lighter one to its left stands a chance.)
