Speaking of Bridezilla's

A woman at work wanted a guitarist to play for her rehearsal dinner. She asked me if I would play classical guitar, that her future husband wanted classical guitar. I declined but said that I would help her find someone.

I declined politely because when women get married and have all the pomp and circumstance that goes with a large wedding most of them become bridezillas. It's usually a temporary condition but sometimes not. I feared the worst in this situation. I recommended a friend of mine who is a four time Segovia competition winner and took a few lessons from Segovia himself. That's the person that they are going with. The rehearsal dinner is carolina barbecue. It's pork with a vinegar based sauce with classical guitar on the side. I was not aware of this when I gave her his number. I was thinking st down dinner not barbecue buffet with coldslaw.

The poor bastard. I will call him wen it's all over and see if he is still talking to me. My point is that the man has toured the world and trained for years to play really complex pieces of music to end up playing for a group of people who are eating barbecue and drinking. They will think that he's pretty good and someone may actually notice just how good he is. Maybe but I doubt it very much because it's all about the bride and her zillaness and not about the the guitar player who has worked his ass off for years.

Either way I am out of it ans ooooooh so glad that I don't do weddings anymore and that I have a job that fun and pays the bills.

Lute boy

In the middle ages there were minstrels who roam from village to village and played string instruments. Some of these were called lutes. These people are back again. I have a name for this one. I give you lute boy. This thing is not a guitar. I don't care what he says about it. If it has that many strings tuned to different notes, it a lute. Lute boy, lute boy. There I said it again. I don't even want to hear it or try to pick it up. It just looks heavy.
My back hurts just thinking about it.

You can thank my nephew for this post. He sent us a fund raiser for his school and the only magazines I could use were guitar magazines because they were not selling porn. It was a school fund raiser after all. So now I read these things and just get confused or mad. Don't get me wrong . I am having fun with the mags. The acoustic guitar mag is my favorite and actually has useful articles.

I shall sign off like by brother in law.

Peace out, girl scout.... or lute boy which ever you may be.

Los Straitjackets

Shamoopie went to the doctor today. She got a new picture of the little one. Seems cute except for the fact that he kind of looks like her brother or sort of like this guy.


I can't decide which. I hope it turns out to be a guitar player like these guys. Looking at the ultrasound reminds me of them.

At least it would be easy to teach the little guy guitar especially if I play the little one some Villa-Lobos.

Speaking of Villa-Lobos I have a new guitar instructor. He is a four time Segovia competition winner. Thank you Shamoopie. She is so sweet at encouraging me to get better and helping me pick a new teacher. Love you Shamoop.