daines'n around

Due to last weeks interesting turn of events, this week is turning out much different than I had ever imagined. Not in some sort of life-changing way, or throw-everything-in-your-closet-away type of epiphanies. No, the simple matter of fact is: I cleaned.

My room is now the haven I once remembered it being. I rearranged a few things: my clothes dresser, my guitar amplifier (roughly half the size of my dresser), and a few other things. Three large kitchen garbage bags later and things are finally almost entirely put away.

The main reason for the reorganization is that I pulled my guitars out of the closet. Yes! For the first time in two years I pulled out my long estranged friends and carefully snipped every old stretched metal string. I passed by guitar center and purchased new strings for my acoustic and electric guitars.

I polished off all the dust and lovingly cleaned the crevices. They looked so inviting to play now.

I got together with another friend and played guitar together for more than 3 hours. My fingertips are sensitive, but it isn't stopping me from playing. I'm thinking of saving up a little bit of cash and buying one of those digital recorders that plugs into the computer so I can mix some stuff in and perhaps publish a few songs of my own creations. Of course, that may remain a pipe-dream for a while but it still is a very entertaining idea.

So as I walk around my apartment on these strangely humid days, strumming my guitar, and occasionally ripping off the George Harrison line from the White album, "Ive got blisters on me fingers" I remember how much I love music. More importantly, I remember how much I loved to create music.

My bike isn't too jealous. Yet.