My Guitar Gently Weeps

The dream is over. I won’t be the next Jimi Hendrix and that’s a fact. I gave it a good go, but the fact is that I have small hands and that prevents me from easily fretting the guitar strings. I’m sure after months or years of painful frustration I might be a terrible guitarist and have been able to play to a marginal degree. This isn’t what I want out of the guitar. I don’t want a many to one ratio of effort to results. I have a hard enough time being motivated when it’s many to one the other way!

So, I’ve moved on. I’m going to save up for a camera. A bridge camera that I don’t need to change lenses on, but which have a nice big zoom and a great amount of macro for my flower pictures. With the money from the guitar I’m about a third of the way there if I get the camera from America (where electronics are cheap) So, I’m going to start selling off books, CD’s and other things I don’t use in order to afford it.

With luck I might just raise the dosh by the time our Swiss trip rolls around. Do they still give you money for blood?

2 Responses

  1. You know I will come up with some cash for my one and only son…Luv u Nick

  2. Thanks for that. I’d appreciate a donation. ;)

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