Actually, the guitar itself isn't the one in need of practice. It's me that needs the practice, but I need the guitar to do it with.
So I put all 3 books on the couch and I leaned my guitar against the chair next to the couch. Then I flipped on the TV just to relax for a minute before I started doing the things I was supposed to do.
A 2 1/2 hour special on Iron Maiden's last world tour was on. I remember Iron Maiden. I saw them years ago when I was in high school. I still have the concert shirt I bought and the album from that tour. It's in flawless condition because I only ever played it long enough to record and then put away. Then I'd play the hell out of my recording until I wore it out and record it again.
Needless to say, I watched the entire 2 1/2 hour special. It was fascinating. They have their own jumbo jet. Bruce, their lead singer, is a pilot and he flew the thing himself, along with a copilot. The old 20 foot tall Eddie is now a fully functional robot that stomps around onstage with them while a guy stands backstage and works it with a remote control. It was amazing to watch. It was like they hadn't aged much at all because they sounded exactly like they did when I saw them live long ago. They haven't missed a beat or lost a step or whatever you say for heavy metal bands that are still kick-ass after a gazillion years.
As I watched the show, I realized I wasn't getting much done, so I pulled out my guitar and just ran scales over and over again during the commercials or whenever no one was singing or talking. And I sucked at them, too, which only emphasized how badly I needed to practice.
The show was apparently some sort of documentary filmed by some guys from Canada. It was awesome. Predictably, I got very little reading done. I got very little research done. And I did not get my letter written.
What did you do last night?
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