Effortless Guitar Playing Through Better Living

So I had properly set up my new ESP LTD GL-200K, and the momentum forward is truly insane for even my standards.

Since I spent a while with the cello (although not properly schooled), I find guitar strings are effortless to bend and fret. My passion from that period has spilled over as things like Ástor Piazzolla‘s Libertangothe dance has not gone to my feet but to my fingers across the fretboard/dance floor. One-and-two-and-half-and-up-and-back as my fingers sweep in a stumble but moving towards fluid motion as I have progressed. (The demands of my hands have changed to a larger and thicker finger pick than I had always used too.)

I find the tango to be a stumble-a flirtatious dance that sometimes is off-beat driven, rather than parallel to the beat in its sometimes hurried and staggering expressions.

I would also like to say that there are times that I do not feel like I am the one playing-the sum of which is truly mio cuore-my heart that is speaking through this music.

Lucifer has been cited as the seed/driving force for music at times. Funny enough that Lucifer is referred to as “The Morning Star” which we know to be the planet Venus-whereas Venus/Aphrodite are nowhere near the mythological implications of Lucifer. 

Perhaps the muse is the spirits of long deceased musicians talking through my body when I am playing. Perhaps it is the combined genetics of my paternal and maternal line that course through my veins that refuse to let the musician have her sleep.

The balance of my womanhood may have plateau’ed to allow this to wash over and through me. 

 And it seems that the sales representatives at my local guitar retailer are keen to helping me and I am pleasantly surprised when they don’t bat an eye for my appearance (as times in the past had occurred at other stores).

Rock on!



The Seeds Of Tomorrow

A lot has been digesting with me over this entire week. Socialization has been great to have a friend introduce me to one of her friends on 2 occasions. I also got to thank someone for being nice to me at random more than a year ago. Talking to her, I lifted her up from an adverse situation. I was all too glad to repay the favor. Lastly, work has me re-evaluating many things.

The one thread of this I prefer to dive into is that of my friend-which was the catalyst for all things being processed.

My good friend and fellow “excellent bitch” V, has introduced me to the wonderful trappings of vegan eating. Likewise, she single-handedly has introduced me to some really great people. After the most recent Monday night at Death Guild, we had a lot of time to reflect-on me. She has taken an investment in our friendship that is typical of a family member. Atypical to my blood family, I will admit that she is family in the textbook traditionale sense to me. She expressed many observations about my work and personal interactions that really sunk in. She made no bitter-sting-of-truth, as some do, but conveyed concepts through a caring nature.

As we struggled to find a way to get home at 2 am, the “Owl” bus ride gave us yet more time to draw ideas and bring practical applications into focus.

(The “Owl” buses travel across large areas of San Francisco. They do not traverse most common needed routes without waiting for another bus at 2:30 am.)

Rather than walking from the “scarier” part of North Point, I depart the bus at Filbert street (named after a seed/nut producing tree). Filbert street runs parallel to the famous Lombard street: straight up and straight down-and I am in the same heels I have been dancing in all night.

The comfort of foghorns, street lamps, the mist, and a clove cigarette are my only companions to my swirling thoughts. I haven’t been this peaceful in a while.

Having had a friend, extract and purify the substance to enhance my life was like an intoxicating substance. Truths about nature of work, friends, and such-settled deep into my psyche. The walk itself was both tiring and refreshing. Filbert street seemed as blank as being in the middle of an ocean or desert-any direction is as good as another, right?

I arrived home safely with really only 4 people total that I passed by. As I removed my velvet Grecian heels from my blister clad feet, the potency of the subjects were seeping deeper into me.

Tuesday morning came to me about 3 hours after I went to sleep. Hungover and exhausted, but mentally charged, I had one of the most productive days at work in a very long time. The coworkers were blurred outside the field of my vision and interactions were withdrawn due to focus.

The rest of the work week flew by as I listened to my headphones with sunglasses on with my head down.

End result-well its just a beginning. I was terribly full of achievement in the face of living for others that girls like me are prone to. So I got a few global quotes, but that was hardly something that is a long term development of my road.

I can clearly identify that my current job is temporary, dating on the internet isn’t for me, and if I got half the chance for career or dating, I am going to go beyond my slackluster performances from a previous life.

(A note on dating: I am new at this. I really don’t look towards anything beyond possibilities, I try to keep myself open to possibilities by not having my face buried into my smart phone dating app when some really nice opportunities may happen. No expectations, no worries.)

But aren’t those truest achievements the most gratifying?