"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."- Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 2, Ch. 4
In abandoning my previous blog, I had assumed that I would not miss it, but lo and behold, I had become attached to pouring out my heart to potential strangers and distant acquaintances (granted there were a good few close friend and family readers as well). I think there is something therapeutic about being able to complain without retribution.
In reference to the above quotation, it was brought to my attention a little while ago that I always tend to have various little projects and hobbies on the go with no concentrated effort put into any of it. I think it is because I want to taste a little of everything without having to finish a whole meal. However, I have decided to consolidate my efforts into a few specific spots so I can actually achieve something, which brings me to my gorgeous new bass guitar (I bought it on a whim the day before I left for Poland because it made me look cool).
I got one of those idiot books and started trying to teach myself. So far I can only manage simple bass lines, but boy do I look hot doing it- two pins to a side, long thin neck, curved solid black body with built in pre-amp- If I were a boy bass guitar (my bass is most definitely a girl), I would have sex with her in a second. Now if I can just figure out what an arpeggio is...
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