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We’re Together Again… (First Day of Classes!)

17 Jan

Oh homework, how much I missed our toxic relationship; day one of classes and I’m already sick of you.

The most miraculous thing about the first day of school last semester was the fact that my legs stopped wobbling enough throughout the day so I was able to physically make it to my classes. It had been a while, and the thought of it all was the most fearsome element. Well, it was until I listened to my theme song of the day.

On the train ride down to the campus in late August, my dad gave me a piece of paper with a song and artist on it and a dollar to buy said song. He said that I should play it while I walked to my first class on my first day to pump me up and put a little strut in my step. Music is my medicine, and “Hold Your Head Up” by Argent definitely did the trick. While walking to places in the morning I usually go for The Beach Boys, but I made an exception this one time. I didn’t let myself listen to the song before my walk so I’d be surprised and extra excited. 8:15AM, out my door, down three flights of stairs, on to the quad, press play. Drum drum drum drummmmmm, drum drum drum powwwwwwww! After the first note I was hooked, and my head was definitely held high! It’s amazing how great an effect a song can have on a mood, and this one energized me and totally took my mind away from my worries.

So, even though I’m a seasoned one semester veteran now, I dug that song up from my iTunes catalog and jammed out to it on my ridiculously early walk today. And the only bonus about my class being on the second floor of the farthest building on campus? I got to listen to the song twice!


I Love To Say Da-Da… (Learning to Play the Tune That’s Stuck in My Head on Ukulele)

11 Jan

DaDUM da dum dum daDUM da dum dum…

This strumming pattern has bored itself into my brain, showing no desire to leave any time soon. When I first bought my ukulele a couple months ago, I compiled a folder of songs that I wanted to learn to play, the first being “The Boy with the Arab Strap” by Belle and Sebastian. I’ve got that one pretty much down by now (my roommate can best testify the number of times I stayed in my room for hours on end playing the opening chords over and over, mastering my chucking), and I’ve moved my sights on to “Postcards From Italy” by Beirut. This song houses the beats transcribed above, beats that have been stuck in my head for longer than I’d care to pinpoint- just listen to the first five seconds of the song and you’ll know what I’m talking about.

To successfully play the first note, one must execute a move called a hammer, where, in this case, one fingers an F but leaves their second finger up, strums down, and while the strings are still vibrating, presses down their second finger to complete the F note.

…And if that was confusing to read, try actually executing it and making the product sound pretty! A feat up there with trying to lick one’s own elbow or turning water to wine, surely.

Anyway, I found myself with a blessed free night tonight, and my mission was to master this blasted introduction. After several versions of a hammer, I finally stumbled across a fingering and strum that sounded quite like what I was going for. Fancy that! Progress continued after that, and I can now proudly say that I can play the entire first section. Once I got it down, I wanted to play over and over to engrave it into my mind and muscle memory, but sadly my pointer finger had other plans. Not sufficiently calloused yet, after my jam sesh it had what seemed to be a permanent dent in it so that I could no longer play my beloved F’s. Bah humbug, I’ll sleep now and take on part two at the crack of noon tomorrow.

…If I can get to sleep, that is! That darn intro is still going at it in my head, I think the repeat key must be jammed. Anyone got a wrench?

Last post of 2012!

31 Dec


Christmas Day…

25 Dec

I’ve talked about cover songs before, and their fickle, fickle nature.


24 Dec

(working title: pre-birthday!)

23 Dec

So… this is it. It’s been a good run (7 years, in fact), but my teenage years are 20 minutes from being behind me.

Bill Bryson!

14 Oct

blogging > school, but grades > blogging (says society!). I have 3 days off, and in the morning I shall blog my little heart out!