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johnny9fingers) wrote2019-07-19 05:41 pm
johnny9fingers) wrote2019-07-19 05:41 pm
Personal update.
The Kids' nanny, Cara, had her tonsils out last week.
This should give some pertinent information to the sleuth-minded among you - the private schools broke up over a week ago - ergo, I've had the kids for most of the last ten days or so. So I've been on the web on odd occasions: sometimes chatting, sometimes debating, but mostly just trying to keep up.
I took the kids back to Fred at lunchtime today; then she was taking them on to Summer Hols in Swanage. So I got to update my Helix's firmware to V2.80 and have spent the rest of the day smoking weed and shredding like mad over a loop of Lalo Shifrin's "Mission Impossible" theme, which is fun, and in 5/4 time; and gives scales a wonderful basis for running up, down, and sideways. So I've been playing far too many notes; cascades of hemi-demi-semi-quavers from end to end of the fretboard, and the very occasional foray into lyrical melodicism. When even practice can end up narcissistic solipsism you know that there is no escape from self - mainly because self is so very fascinating; especially to the self... until the reflections of self build and overlay and we can present the result to the world. Voila! I am me; and a mean guitarist. Listen to my notes ye worthy, and despair. Oh, and exult in and appreciate them too; but enviously, as is your place.
As is, my hands are getting back into practice properly. I can reach for difficult things again. Mastery is not assumed; you must climb the mountain again, dammit. But I was only maintaining a place close to the summit anyway. Now I'm trying to be the baddest old guy free-styling my way to the top. I admit I have something in the way of ropes and kit; and theory and technique too. But I'm still badass anyway; to use the argot of those across the pond. No doubt tomorrow I will be struck down with cramp. There is always a cost for hubris. Soddit. Omega heard the notes. That will do. And when I feel like this, walking on water is a mere bagatelle.
This should give some pertinent information to the sleuth-minded among you - the private schools broke up over a week ago - ergo, I've had the kids for most of the last ten days or so. So I've been on the web on odd occasions: sometimes chatting, sometimes debating, but mostly just trying to keep up.
I took the kids back to Fred at lunchtime today; then she was taking them on to Summer Hols in Swanage. So I got to update my Helix's firmware to V2.80 and have spent the rest of the day smoking weed and shredding like mad over a loop of Lalo Shifrin's "Mission Impossible" theme, which is fun, and in 5/4 time; and gives scales a wonderful basis for running up, down, and sideways. So I've been playing far too many notes; cascades of hemi-demi-semi-quavers from end to end of the fretboard, and the very occasional foray into lyrical melodicism. When even practice can end up narcissistic solipsism you know that there is no escape from self - mainly because self is so very fascinating; especially to the self... until the reflections of self build and overlay and we can present the result to the world. Voila! I am me; and a mean guitarist. Listen to my notes ye worthy, and despair. Oh, and exult in and appreciate them too; but enviously, as is your place.
As is, my hands are getting back into practice properly. I can reach for difficult things again. Mastery is not assumed; you must climb the mountain again, dammit. But I was only maintaining a place close to the summit anyway. Now I'm trying to be the baddest old guy free-styling my way to the top. I admit I have something in the way of ropes and kit; and theory and technique too. But I'm still badass anyway; to use the argot of those across the pond. No doubt tomorrow I will be struck down with cramp. There is always a cost for hubris. Soddit. Omega heard the notes. That will do. And when I feel like this, walking on water is a mere bagatelle.
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I have never experienced a number-storm/algebra-storm, not being a good enough mathematician, dammit.
Something inside that was always denied...
That's when you really know that your education has been insufficient.