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Posts Tagged ‘guitar’

On the drummer

He asked me a question about last Sunday. He asked me what was my aim. I told him I hadn’t spoken to my therapist about him yet. He went into a treatise on why a hook-up between the two of us would be a bad idea. I nodded. I think he talks too much…

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#MusicMonday: Nature Boy

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return…

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On auspicious beginnings to a New Year

I’m wondering if there is a chance that this year might be turning into the year that last year was supposed to be…? I took a yoga lesson today and now I’m sore as hell. I finally found out my yoga instructor’s name. To think all that time in the summer I didn’t know… and [...]

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On a mistress

I wish no ill on the poor sweet girl. I don’t even really wish them to break up per se, but I wish she’d know her place and step off my husband’s reincarnation. I am not the mistress; she is. I’ll swear to the jury that he was mine first. I’ll stick to my story…

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Music Monday: Hey there, Delilah

I know times are getting hard, but just believe me, girl; someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar…

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On Tyler Perry, guitars, church, and vernacular

Do you mind if I’m a little fragmented today?… Oh man, I don’t even know how to excerpt this post because I have no idea what it’s about! Sorry… forgive me… I’ll be cohesive tomorrow, I promise.

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On the guitar lesson

At the same time, I could see myself, only white and balding and fifteen years older, holding on tightly to someone else’s kids, to a metrocard, to a pillow, to a job, to an inanimate intangible thing, to a blogroll, to a bottle of alcohol… to a guitar student who can’t pay for her lessons…

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Music Monday: The Blower’s Daughter

Back then I always sang along with the lyrics without really hearing them. I thought it was a sweet song back then. I didn’t really know what it was about. Hearing it at Max Brenner’s recently, I decided to look it up again.

Maybe I shouldn’t have done that?

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Music Monday: Hallelujah

One day I’ll perform this song and everyone will be blown away.

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