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reading about the music industry

there's this funny thing going on with my guitar arc where, right from the start, i refused to learn it pedagogically and just wanted to throw my very semitonepilled brain at the strings with no direction. half a year of little progress later i got fed up and bought actual books…

electric guitarists be like:

“i found a new chord”
“new chord or just stacked fifths/inverted fifths again”
“just stacked fifths/inverted fifths again”

“wow are those cowboy chords hikari 🤨”

nope i assure you my ass is too white european to ever be a cowboy

“what does that even—”

yeah so cowboys were historically often black or american indian or hispan—

“no it's a kind of guitar—”

no they hadn't yet invented electricity

hell is complex tools (this is the preface to a rant branching off from that smartphone thread)

so, four months ago i got a new smartphone. i was excited to have a fully-working, modern, usable device.

then a bit less than three months after getting it, i smashed the screen absentmindedly, and had to send it off for repair

so in the meantime i had to use this other phone:

clip of me noodling on my favourite acoustic guitar (capo on first fret)

it is the middle of summer and as much as i like satin/matte/natural finishes, i am glad this guitar is encased in what seems like thick plastic because god i need to clean the parts that make contact with my skin constantly!