When your hand feels like a painful claw with a stabbing nail right between the knuckles of your index and middle fingers, and when you look up from staring nearly unblinkingly at the scrolling fretboard for hours and the room seems to be melting as your brain compensates for the absence of a bunch of fretmarks coming at you at a constant rate. Seriously, it’s like there was this big patch in the middle of my vision that was staying still as the rest of the room slid down either side past it. It’s happened more than a couple of times now.
(For the old folks who read this and aren’t into videogames here’s a link It’s a video game with a plastic guitar controller, basically it’s like a structured air guitar.)
So yeah, Singing trogdor reminded me that stan lent me his copy of guitar hero II and a guitar, and Nessa left her set her, and I should give it a go. (Trogdor is one of the unlockable tracks, along with Thunderhorse by Dethklok of Metalocalypse fame if you were unaware.)
Expert is totally impossible at this point, Easy isn’t even worth playing, Medium is way too easy, but, hard is just about right, I finally failed a couple songs around batch 6.
In real life guitar news, I’m thinking of buying a resonator (dobro) guitar. (those ones with the big steel plate in the middle of em that the slide guitar guys use.) I made an attempt at cutting off my own bottleneck today. (As I’ve heard/read repeatedly that the glass tubes you buy in the guitar store are only really good for electrics and not heavy enough for the heavy gauge steel string I like to use.) I was about 80% successful with the whole cutting the neck off the bottle thing (Actually that part was cake and came off without a hitch.) But, as I was doing the bit at the end where you grind down the sharp bits on concrete I gave it a bunch of dangerous looking pits and abandoned it. I didn’t like the irish creme bottle I was using anyway, the neck kinda flared a bit, I wanted something a little straighter. I’m going to assign my dad a couple bottles of grey goose vodka (As I’ve determined I like the glass thickness/neck shape on there the most.) and I’ll give it another, more cautious, go.
I told scott to find me a bottle that would work while he was out partying today, but he claims there are no bottles a guy can get his finger into. He and John suggested a long shot glass. As I was talking to him on the phone about this, and saying “Shotglasses are way too big, and you spend more time trying to hold the shotglass on your finger than actually playing the song.” I had all four of my fingers jammed into various bottles i found in My parent’s recycling bin and was absentmindedly clinking them together, all the while not realizing this and saying “gee, that’s strange I figured my fingers would fit, I guess I could be wrong… waaaaaitaminute.” Something tells me those big meaty boys aren’t used to a guy with beautiful slender articulating keyboard-honed appendages grafted onto the ends of their arms.
K’ well I’m off to listen to Roy Rogers: Slidewinder for the third time today.
-dean
