I grew up in a family of musicians and music has always been very important to me. I love playing my guitars. I play them constantly. I’m practically addicted to playing my guitars. But I wouldn’t say I’m a good musician. I’m a terrible musician, but I still consider myself to be a musician.
I’m not a chordsmith, I’m a strumoholic. I’m not tone-deaf, I’m deaf. I was born deaf and I went to a school for the Deaf. I don’t change my strings until I break them. For sport, I like to see how long my strings can withstand my habit of smacking them as hard as I can with the pick.
When I play, my guitar is probably way out of tune. I do use electric tuners, but even with those, hearing musicians that I know have told me my guitar is still out of tune. I just do the best I can with the tuners, but if my guitar is out of tune, so be it. It ain’t gonna stop me from playin’.
I don’t switch chords much. I’ll often hold one chord through the entire performance, but switch between strumming high strings and low strings. I pretty much only play my own stuff. I strum hard and fast, my favorite guitar has many scratches because of this.
I love all kinds of music. Some of you are amazing musicians. I’ll never be as good as you, but I’m okay with that.
Rock n Roll. 🤘
I continue to be annoyed with older people shitting on the younger generations. I see plenty of honest, hard-working younger people and plenty of dishonest, scheming older people. No generation is better than another. All have their good and bad people.
The landscape timbers that bordered the flowerbed were rotting and falling apart. My mom and dad have had about 600 of these bricks lying in weeds, long forgotten. Yesterday, my dad and I brought a hundred of them to my house and this is what I did today.
The hardest part was pulling up the old timbers. They were nailed down with two-foot spikes. I will probably be making some adjustments to the brick wall. For one thing, I want to get some more of that Black Landscape Fabric to put under the wall, in hopes of preventing weeds from growing between the bricks.
I’ll be doing the same thing on the other side of the porch and down the side of the house. As soon as I can get more bricks from Mom and Dad’s.
Now I’m going to watch “That Thing You Do”. It’s one of my go-to movies, for when I just want to relax and watch something.
Despite having a very late start and being pretty distracted all day, I got through my task list just before 10 PM.
Tigers are beating the Rangers. 3-0, bottom of the 7th. But I don’t think I’m going to sit through the rest of the game. I’m tired and want to go to bed.
Dad and I went to Menards and I got mulch for to side flowerbed. Probably going to need a few more bags, though. This is rubber mulch. I wish rubber mulch wasn’t so much more expensive than wood mulch.
I will be replacing the landscape timbers pretty soon.
These safety glasses are making it harder to see what I’m doing, but they did block things that flew at my eyes.
To have eight bags of mulch delivered from Menards, I would have to pay $111.00 for shipping.
To have eight bags of mulch delivered from Home Depot, I would have to pay $35.00 for shipping.
Home Depot, I suppose that’s not a bad shipping price for a heavy load.
Menards. what the hell is wrong with you?