It's a bass thing

Yes, SID, I am alive.

No, Fran, I was not offed by a giant chocolate bunny.

I've actually been practicing on the bass nightly. Once the Dinks is settled in her state of slumber, I grab the Ibanez and my Hal Leonard books and practice practice practice. That has taken away from my blogging and other internet based duties.

I am now developing the notorious calluses on my left hand fretting finger tips and my right hand plucking finger tips. I am telling you exactly how the calluses are developing since I know just saying "I'm getting calluses now on my fingertips" would leave some with odd minds to think of how the calluses occured.

I have grown very fond of my bass guitar. I love the way it feels and the tones it produces. I would like to take lessons, but I'll stick with the self-taught methods for now.

I still have my Squier Strat with which I do practice. I have noticed playing the six-string has become easier. I wonder why? Could it be I don't have someone insisting I learn classical guitar on a dreadnaught first and refusing to let me buy a guitar I really want? Or that I'm actually learning in small proper steps as opposed to learning classical theory which assumes you actually know how to read music quickly? Or I'm learning how to do it on my level and I don't feel intimidated, or scared of doing it wrong? Or that I now see it as fun rather than a chore conducted by a tyrant? Yes, my late husband insisted on controlling everything in my life, even my hobbies. Anywho, playing the Squier is a more pleasant experience this time around.

Sorry about the rant.

But, yes, I love my bass guitar. And that's why blogging has hit a sort of blockade. I'll still blog. No worries on that.

One thing, though, is I am selling my Guild Starfire III. It's a gorgeous deep dark green hollow-body guitar. I'll post pics later. Though it is a gorgeous piece, I don't feel comfortable playing it. It's probably E-bay bound.

What will I do with the proceeds? Well, I doooooo have something in mind ...