Practice Practice
The Metal has taken a back seat to the Muskies lately. I usually try to play about 1 hour a night if I can, but with work, Wife and Kids it isn't always that easy, especially when I don't get home most nights until after 7PM. So lately all I've been able to practice is some scale patterns and a few other things. I have been trying to learn this Jazz tune, that I have been told is a guarantee to loosen up the Wife's pants, but with limited practice time coupled with the fact that I can't read music very well it has turned into a disaster. I am used to playing the standard Major and Minor Chords and Metal 5ths, so some of these Jazz Chords are a pain in the ass. My fingers don't like to stretch that way. So tomorrow at my lesson I'm going to get a lot of shit from my teacher. Then I'm leaving Thursday night to do some Friday crappie fishing and then Muskys - Wisconsin's southern Musky season opens on Saturday. So that means no practice Thursday through Sunday. After that I've got to knuckle down and get back to it. It really is rough having too many hobbies, it's a damn good thing I have a great wife or I would either be a dead man or be looking for the hand cream.
posted by Muskyboy @ 7:17 PM
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4 Comments:
TMI on the hand cream.....unless you are trying to get back into those leather pants you wore in the 80's?
I'm thinkin' that one hour of practice a night spent on mastering that "spic n' span" shine on the kitchen floor or windows with that "see through shine" might get you farther with the wifey than the jazz piece -
I love a man on his hands and knees with a cleaning rag -
but I would definitely work up to toilet bowls - you might not be able to handle her excitement -
No can do on the cleaning. Hell, I don't even know how to do laundry. Never had to do it before. Not much on the domestication, but I can generally rationalize it away.
{speechless}
Let me talk to Mrs. Musky . . .
I'm in a ranting mood today!
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