birthday present and music
Jan. 27th, 2006 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
escritoireazulI am jittery, so I planned to go for a walk. Except my brother T. fixed my usb ports the other day, and I've wanted to change the music on my mp3 player since before the Florida trip (which was in September). I decided tonight was a good time to do it, my fingers were sore from practicing (more on this in a minute) so I didn't want to type much, I just wanted to switch out the music and go.
Except it took me so long because the program kept freezing or crashing or turning itself off--it is the least useful program I have ever used, and that's saying a lot. However, I have finally filled it, just in time to know it's too late to go for a walk right now if I plan to get up early and go to the post office, which I do. I think I may walk there instead, because the two packages I have to send are little. Relatively little, at least.
But my mp3 player has new music, yay. And I am listening to Johnny Cash right now, which is also yay. And I had a good practice session earlier, my usual hour, and then Dad and I played around a bit longer, testing out some of the new rhythm patterns I'd just learned.
See, the other day my parents gave me my birthday present (a little early, my birthday isn't until Monday) and it is awesome, so much I don't have words. They gave me an electric bass guitar that's been in the family for years and my mom used to play it before she got so sick, and then they bought me a new Peavey 158 bass amp and strap and picks and books and everything to learn. (Even though I don't actually use the picks.) I've always wanted to learn the bass, I just never did (keyboard instruments, wind instruments [specifically reeds], and some percussion were the ones I did learn), and I'm glad to be doing something I always wanted to do.
Also it is not really my fingers which hurt (though they do feel strange, and I can already tell where the calluses are going to build), it is my left wrist, because after so many years of playing the piano and typing I have very specific ideas of which direction my wrist should face, and on the guitar that is not the way it must go. So it's a struggle to make it comfortable and correct. I'm getting it though, and don't sound terrible for only two days in. I'm not saying I sound great, or I'm ready to go join a band (I doubt I'll ever actually join a band, I just want to play because I love the bass), but I don't sound like utter crap, either. I tend to pick up musical things fairly fast. This is a big change from everything with which I'm familiar, and it's odd to have to go back to the very basics again.
I'm suddenly absolutely shattered. I think I'm going to crawl into bed soon, even though I'd hoped to catch up on livejournal. This weekend is a quiet weekend devoted to writing. We'll see how it goes; every time I say that, too many things pop up.
Except it took me so long because the program kept freezing or crashing or turning itself off--it is the least useful program I have ever used, and that's saying a lot. However, I have finally filled it, just in time to know it's too late to go for a walk right now if I plan to get up early and go to the post office, which I do. I think I may walk there instead, because the two packages I have to send are little. Relatively little, at least.
But my mp3 player has new music, yay. And I am listening to Johnny Cash right now, which is also yay. And I had a good practice session earlier, my usual hour, and then Dad and I played around a bit longer, testing out some of the new rhythm patterns I'd just learned.
See, the other day my parents gave me my birthday present (a little early, my birthday isn't until Monday) and it is awesome, so much I don't have words. They gave me an electric bass guitar that's been in the family for years and my mom used to play it before she got so sick, and then they bought me a new Peavey 158 bass amp and strap and picks and books and everything to learn. (Even though I don't actually use the picks.) I've always wanted to learn the bass, I just never did (keyboard instruments, wind instruments [specifically reeds], and some percussion were the ones I did learn), and I'm glad to be doing something I always wanted to do.
Also it is not really my fingers which hurt (though they do feel strange, and I can already tell where the calluses are going to build), it is my left wrist, because after so many years of playing the piano and typing I have very specific ideas of which direction my wrist should face, and on the guitar that is not the way it must go. So it's a struggle to make it comfortable and correct. I'm getting it though, and don't sound terrible for only two days in. I'm not saying I sound great, or I'm ready to go join a band (I doubt I'll ever actually join a band, I just want to play because I love the bass), but I don't sound like utter crap, either. I tend to pick up musical things fairly fast. This is a big change from everything with which I'm familiar, and it's odd to have to go back to the very basics again.
I'm suddenly absolutely shattered. I think I'm going to crawl into bed soon, even though I'd hoped to catch up on livejournal. This weekend is a quiet weekend devoted to writing. We'll see how it goes; every time I say that, too many things pop up.
