We celebrated Robert's birthday last Saturday night (Happy Birthday!). Dinner at Sasaya and then over to South. It was my first time in this bar. I can't say I was that impressed. They try to live up to their name by serving Southern-style dishes, but other than that there is nothing, and I mean nothing, to suggest the name is anything other than an attempt to get in on the "one-word names are cool for bars and clubs" trend. It reminds me of the Family Guy episode where Brian and Frank Sinatra Jr. let Stewie re-design their club and he names it "pLace."
Last night I had my second guitar lesson. We learned some new chords and a simple arrangement of "Hey Jude" by the Beatles. It was funny to see and hear people freak out over the G chord - I guess all this practice I'm doing is going to a good cause. Jeremy also showed me a bunch of stuff, including some pointers that should help me out when I start working on the shred songs instead of the paaaaaaaanies dropping ones.
One big problem that I'm having (and Brent too) is a lack of focus. I will start to learn a song, then hear another, see an article on how to play something, or just feel like trying something new. As a result I have a library of songs I can play a few bars of, but nothing that it performance-worthy from start to finish. Still, the variety of songs introduce new techniques which are useful to put in the box of skills for the future.
The upcoming snowboarding trips (Mt. High on Friday, Utah next Thursday) are totally overshadowing paintball (this Saturday). I guess I'm just much more into snowboarding than I am paintball. I could take or leave the Saturday get-together, but the snowboarding trips are getting me pretty hyped. I was hoping to bring along some hot company on Friday, hopefully she will be able to join us...
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Triumphant Returns
I can't help but be amused when I read my last blog entry. You know, the only other one on this page. The one that talks about how I'm going to follow-through and actually commit to writing stuff. Yeah, the one from last September.
Last Thursday, Brent, Julie, Aaron, and I went to see The Airborne Toxic Event at the Henry Fonda Music Box. If you aren't familiar with this band, you really need to check them out. The song that you'd most likely know is Sometime Around Midnight. Click the link, but come on back and read the rest of this, because doing anything else would just be downright rude and inconsiderate.
I got to use Inez's ticket to the concert due to her being out of town, and it was worth every penny. Not to say that I wouldn't have paid to see them - I've had their album on repeat most days in the car since Brent introduced me to the band. I really thought Brent would be a sure thing, but at the end of the night we got some Mac-Dz and then I went home. I have been miscalculating a bit in the hook-up department lately, but even still this was a surprise.
In other related news, I have been learning to play the guitar for the past month or so. With my stellar track record of following through (see number of blog posts since I "committed"), I think that most of my friends believe that I won't stick with it. I beg (and hope) to differ. I'm finding it to be an extremely gratifying experience. I notice that I have a new, deeper appreciation for the music I already love so much. I even signed up for an 8-week guitar class. Yes, Brian and class in the same sentence. And no one made me do it. Who would have thought?
Last Thursday, Brent, Julie, Aaron, and I went to see The Airborne Toxic Event at the Henry Fonda Music Box. If you aren't familiar with this band, you really need to check them out. The song that you'd most likely know is Sometime Around Midnight. Click the link, but come on back and read the rest of this, because doing anything else would just be downright rude and inconsiderate.
I got to use Inez's ticket to the concert due to her being out of town, and it was worth every penny. Not to say that I wouldn't have paid to see them - I've had their album on repeat most days in the car since Brent introduced me to the band. I really thought Brent would be a sure thing, but at the end of the night we got some Mac-Dz and then I went home. I have been miscalculating a bit in the hook-up department lately, but even still this was a surprise.
In other related news, I have been learning to play the guitar for the past month or so. With my stellar track record of following through (see number of blog posts since I "committed"), I think that most of my friends believe that I won't stick with it. I beg (and hope) to differ. I'm finding it to be an extremely gratifying experience. I notice that I have a new, deeper appreciation for the music I already love so much. I even signed up for an 8-week guitar class. Yes, Brian and class in the same sentence. And no one made me do it. Who would have thought?
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