I went to my very first classical guitar class yesterday at city college. The teacher is very nice. Since I was joining a bit late, he asked me if I knew how to read music. I didn't go through Mrs. Murray's horrendously long theory book for nothing in middle school. But it's been a while since I've played the cello. And to make matters worse, the cello is played in the Bass clef, while the guitar in the Treble clef. Let's just say I was having a little trouble reading the notes...
I think I might have to purchase the music book after all. I was sitting there trying to figure out the notes, and the one thing that kept popping into my head was Fat Cats Get Drunk After Eating Breakfast. I couldn't figure out how that fit into the musical scale. It wasn't until I met up with Janet (fellow graduate of Mrs. Murray's crazy theory book) after my class for a late night boba run, that she helped me realize that sentence was for memorizing the order of #'s.
I will be diligently practicing at home. At the rate the class is going, I don't think I'll be able to play anything good by the end of the semester. Maybe if I take intermediate guitar next semester. So don't ask me to play anything for you.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
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Every Good Boy Does Fine
Now you can serenade me!
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