friday night and i'm still sober. the night is long, yet i'm here, playing my sweet sweet guitar. listening to the notes ring out. discovering the joy in those little half-steps of mis-intonations.
have i told you how amazing the f chord sound? wait till you hear it right after a g. and there's this strange thing. i have no idea what it is. it's just a mish mash of unrelated notes, tangled fingers. yet the sound it makes... insatiably savory. it sounds like... it wants to go somewhere, yet lingers for a moment to think.
oh they all taste like fine wines. one more drink and i'll move on.
+listening to: my sweet guitar
Friday, October 30
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