Friday, June 22, 2018

June 22 Guitar

My daughter Sophia got a ukulele for Christmas two years ago. She taught herself to play. For real.

She broke a string earlier this month. I'm going to get it restrung this week and that's all fine and good. But in the meantime, she picked up my old guitar. The guitar that I painstakingly learned 4 chords on and can't even strum well. It's my dad's guitar, not mine. I love it, and it is beautiful and so warm-sounding. I'm just lousy at it.

Of course she already has the basics mastered. Again, on her own. Just like that.

Don't get me started on the piano or dance or any of the other things my daughters just seem to do.

While I plod along unmusically, awkward, like a rottweiler in clown shoes, unable to even create a believable simile.

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  1. This made me simile hugely.

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    1. And that did me. Great post, B! And oh, to be truly musically talented...

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  2. Now I can't get that rottweiler out of my head.

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  3. I love this (esp the rottweiler). Clever Sophia.

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