So I seem to have evened out at practicing classical guitar (on a steel string, heh) for about 45 minutes a day. If I end up singing & playing with the girls, you can add another half hour to 45 minutes of singing-along-with songs of all random sorts (mostly totally morbid traditional-ish tunes). The classical progress has slowed a little, but I think I’m almost ready to add some new stuff in & move some old stuff out again.
My brother sent me an online metronome last weekend. That’s forcing me to work in a whole different way. It’s been kind of interesting to go back over the exercises with a metronome to see where I’ve been “cheating” just a little on the timing. It has taken a little extra practice on some of them, but my accuracy will end up being rewarded for it. It’s already being rewarded. Progress!
I have blisters & calloused divots on my finger tips. The callouses snag on my clothing & are almost as good for scratching at itches as my finger nails. I have a reason for my peculiar manicure again (I never could give up keeping my left hand fingers trimmed close, though I let my right hand nails do as they would). I love it. I. Love it.
I realized tonight that I love playing & singing with other people, a certain kind of music… but classical guitar is just for me. Maybe it’s because I’m forcing myself to re/learn new stuff. It’s a different approach, more rigorous. It feels good. It makes me happy. I don’t think those are the residual exercise endorphins talking. Did I mention my fabulous callouses? They’re most excellent. Love my calloused finger tips.
