Currents in the Chaos
Choices in of themselves are infinite. A variable in the equation of life that, once resolved, reveals more of the solution. String enough choices together and a pattern emerges...
Ain't it grand?
While driving to work a couple of days ago in the borrowed car, I had the radio on because it didn't have a CD player to play my music. At the turn into my work's campus, an advertisement came on relating the grand opening of a new music store in the Twin Cities area. In addition to the usual swag, most items where going to have a discount from 50-90 percent off retail.
It got me thinking that if I could get a good bass at a discount, it would be worth the trip. I looked up the information on the website and figured directions to the place and tucked it away in the greymatter.
The grand opening was last night and I was surprised by the turn out. Though I figured there would be a line, it was longer than I expected. Of course, my expectations were governed a little bit by the fact that the floor dropped out of our temperature the other day. Now I had bundled up properly for the colder weather, but it still managed to seep up though my dress shoes an socks making my feet quite numb by the time I got in the door.
There was a deafening throng inside, not to mention a bad Elvis impersonator booming over the PA. As he battled to get heard over the din of the crowd, I meandered my way into the bass section. There were a number of folks in there laying down their particular grooves. I inspected and prodded different models and even sat down to try one that had caught my eye. From behind me, a teen surfaced and said, "play something wild and funky," in a conspiring tone. I shook my head and told him that I was just a poor noob and offered up a couple of sad little notes as proof. With that, he wandered off.
I finished my test drive and decided that I was quite happy with the one that I had and wandered back into the store proper. I found myself inspecting some of the electric guitars and one in particular caught my eye. It was a familiar name and very beautiful instrument from a design perspective. I had it pulled down and plucked a few notes. To my surprise, the action was as smooth as the sound. I checked the tag again and though not cheap, it was heavily discounted.
So I bought it. Then I left, so I could do no further damage. And just like that, I went from no instruments to two.
Now I know what you are thinking. A little impulsive to buy the second instrument when you haven't learned how to play the first. I am seeing this more as staging for when I have learned to play the bass. The finger work and the music theory and hardening the hands were all part of a plan learn two instruments, not one. The opportunity to get the second just arrived faster than I expected.
For the time being, the focus will remain with the bass. Of course, should a certain cephalopod care to take the guitar for a spin, I wouldn't begrudge him.
Ain't it grand?
While driving to work a couple of days ago in the borrowed car, I had the radio on because it didn't have a CD player to play my music. At the turn into my work's campus, an advertisement came on relating the grand opening of a new music store in the Twin Cities area. In addition to the usual swag, most items where going to have a discount from 50-90 percent off retail.
It got me thinking that if I could get a good bass at a discount, it would be worth the trip. I looked up the information on the website and figured directions to the place and tucked it away in the greymatter.
The grand opening was last night and I was surprised by the turn out. Though I figured there would be a line, it was longer than I expected. Of course, my expectations were governed a little bit by the fact that the floor dropped out of our temperature the other day. Now I had bundled up properly for the colder weather, but it still managed to seep up though my dress shoes an socks making my feet quite numb by the time I got in the door.
There was a deafening throng inside, not to mention a bad Elvis impersonator booming over the PA. As he battled to get heard over the din of the crowd, I meandered my way into the bass section. There were a number of folks in there laying down their particular grooves. I inspected and prodded different models and even sat down to try one that had caught my eye. From behind me, a teen surfaced and said, "play something wild and funky," in a conspiring tone. I shook my head and told him that I was just a poor noob and offered up a couple of sad little notes as proof. With that, he wandered off.
I finished my test drive and decided that I was quite happy with the one that I had and wandered back into the store proper. I found myself inspecting some of the electric guitars and one in particular caught my eye. It was a familiar name and very beautiful instrument from a design perspective. I had it pulled down and plucked a few notes. To my surprise, the action was as smooth as the sound. I checked the tag again and though not cheap, it was heavily discounted.
So I bought it. Then I left, so I could do no further damage. And just like that, I went from no instruments to two.
Now I know what you are thinking. A little impulsive to buy the second instrument when you haven't learned how to play the first. I am seeing this more as staging for when I have learned to play the bass. The finger work and the music theory and hardening the hands were all part of a plan learn two instruments, not one. The opportunity to get the second just arrived faster than I expected.
For the time being, the focus will remain with the bass. Of course, should a certain cephalopod care to take the guitar for a spin, I wouldn't begrudge him.