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O my tender fingers
Aug. 4th, 2013 09:04 pmI spent three hours plunking along (unamplified) with seven amplified members of the Delaware Valley Fingerstyle Guitar Association. Since it was a two-mile walk followed by a nine-mile train ride, I took the beater in a gig bag. I was warmly welcomed this time, and encouraged to sit on the little stage with them. No thanks, said I, I'm just dipping a toe in the water this time. Later, when one of the number had to leave early, I was entreated to take his seat, so I did.
They're all very advanced players, but it was good to chord along -- most of their selections were familiar although I had never played many of them, and I was pleased that I was able to pick up the chords. I even picked a bit on City of New Orleans.
It was a perfect day to walk to the 30th Street Station (our main train station, which serves both AMTRAK and our regional rail, and one of those palaces to transportation from ye golden days of yore). My newly fit knees and ankles didn't mind the two mile walk a bit, and I walked all the way home and most of the way there. I did hop a bus for six blocks on my way there because I was worried I might not make it in time. Silly me -- I got there with 40 minutes to spare.
Which gave me time to discover that my ATM card expired last week. O bother, said Laura. I had gotten a replacement but forgot all about it.
When I got home I picked hot peppers -- about a pint of them. I have more than Roy will be able to eat, so it will be time to start a string.
They're all very advanced players, but it was good to chord along -- most of their selections were familiar although I had never played many of them, and I was pleased that I was able to pick up the chords. I even picked a bit on City of New Orleans.
It was a perfect day to walk to the 30th Street Station (our main train station, which serves both AMTRAK and our regional rail, and one of those palaces to transportation from ye golden days of yore). My newly fit knees and ankles didn't mind the two mile walk a bit, and I walked all the way home and most of the way there. I did hop a bus for six blocks on my way there because I was worried I might not make it in time. Silly me -- I got there with 40 minutes to spare.
Which gave me time to discover that my ATM card expired last week. O bother, said Laura. I had gotten a replacement but forgot all about it.
When I got home I picked hot peppers -- about a pint of them. I have more than Roy will be able to eat, so it will be time to start a string.
