A great discouragement caught me off guard yesterday. I was having a terribly difficult time playing a song I have been writing for a couple weeks now. A truly terrible time. Well, it was fine at the outset but within a shockingly short amount of time my fingers became overwhelmed and I could scarcely play a chord. Acoustic guitar playing wears out my fingers and my mind because I am so used to playing bass without doing much thinking and I have to concentrate so intently on the guitar when I play. My fingers became forlorn and exhausted. They huffed and puffed their way through the song and then crawled into my palms to make comfortable little fists. Then they proceeded to bash my unsuspecting face in. My body parts tend to revolt against me when I push them to their limits. Tis' sad that my fingers limits are so slight when it comes to guitar plucking.
This is a challenge and I won't shy away.
Also, my wife is quite ill. She has a bad case of strep throat. I have been able to look at her swollen tonsils twice already. They look quite interesting. A bit like tiny brains or the top of a human baby's head as it is crowning when being birthed. But Melissa's tonsils are endlessly cute. hmmmm. I love caring for her in this way.
peace
brandon
pierce
geary
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that whole sentence about my tonsils being like a baby being birthed was like the sickest thing i've ever heard or thought about. olivier would love it. claire's art teacher you know, i had to look it up because i forgot his name!
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