So I just purchased my first guitar. Nothing special..just a run of the mill steel-string acoustic. But for me, it's going to be something great. I've wanted to learn to play since I was little. My mom plays, and she's awesome for a nerdy lady, but she would never let me even touch her guitar growing up. I probably wouldn't either..it's a 25 year old Ovation classical. Beautiful, huh? Well, long story short, I just got access to a guitar of my very own. I've been teaching myself basic chords at night while my kid sleeps. I play until my fingers bleed, pushing myself to keep trying to remember the chords. I don't mess with the "Guitar Playing For Idiots" books...just a chord diagram. I mess around with picking melodies to keep me from losing focus. I need to get my music back. I've been singing forever, but life made it difficult to continue pursuing music. I miss the way it felt to perform in front of a ton of people. I miss applause. But I'll get it back. I'm determined to at least try to live the dream again. I have a crapload of life experience that needs to be put to music. I have a story to tell, and I will tell it. I just want to be good enough so that people will listen. So, it's back to the grind. I wait until I have some peace and quiet, and I put the thoughts and feelings to a swaying melody. The notes stir the soul, and the lyrics reflect years of heart-wrenching pain and happiness. My heart is that of a seasoned musician, yet my hands play like a child. The passion at times finds its way to the strings of my shiny black guitar, ringing through in tones of dominant e7 and a minor chords, in no particular order. The notes come together something like this blog: sometimes funny, sometimes brilliant, not always put together. The quest continues, night after night, trying to find the rhythm my soul once put onstage for all to see. This may sound cliche or pretentious, but it's the way things are laid out for me. I feel my way through music. I'll be the best teacher I could ever have, because I know what the goal is. I know what I feel, and what music reflects that. It may take longer, but I can make something beautiful with what I have. I aplologize for my scattered thoughts, but isn't this what blogs are supposed to be? Just your brain's scattered synapses in words. So this is mine; the rantings of a crazy lady. Awesome, huh? Enjoy. More to come as I get this learing going. I may even post a video of the shenanegans.