A Musical Journey

I used to know barely anything about music, let only being able to play it. Didn’t know a single note on the piano. Didn’t know a quarter note from a sixteenth note. Well, that has started to change for the better.IMG_20170611_175648

Strum up, strum down, strum up, strum down. Slide, hammer on, hammer off. When you put your fingers into various positions on the fretboard, different sounds are produced. Fingerpicking is exciting because it gives more variation to the songs.

I’ve been getting guitar lessons from a friend of mine named Rodney Simons. Though the songs are out of date and not very fun to play, I’m still getting a better feel of playing now and being in rhythm. Through two lessons, I have already learned some new chords and remastered others. This guy is a master at the electric organ though the sound of it drowns out my simple, unamplified acoustic guitar.

I’ve been playing guitar for over seven years now (though not continuously) and have come a long way since I first learned basic chords and about the basics of the guitar. Now I have finally started to learn and play many popular songs and begun to write my own.

Playing any instrument is a musical journey and takes years of practice to master and that’s what I have in mind right now as my fingers start to flow better on the strings and I eventually start to like it more and more. I got inspired to learn guitar right after I graduated high school and I have to say I’m glad I did because I’ve always wanted to have musical talent but never had the patience to develop it (too many other things were important). Well, at least now I can say I have a legitimate talent, even if it’s still quite unrefined yet.

Musical.ly

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Music is power. The app musical.ly proves to state this even more. This is likely one of the best new apps to hit the market and already has a ton of talent streaming through it.

 

 

Spread the Love, Because We Say So

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It’s amazing how much love can be spread through a keyboard

The first full year of MACBOFISBIL, that wonderful acronym I created nearly three years ago, is almost coming to a close. It has been a wonderful year in 2015 and I have made a lot of progress on this activity that I once thought was so daunting I would never make much progress, but I have. Okay, so there are still no guest posts but maybe that will happen in 2016? Who knows what next year will bring to this blog that finally got some wheels at the end of 2014 and this year?

Today is unofficially Spread the Love day. It’s a way to break us out of the bubble some of us have gotten into.

Yeah, it’s not good of me to do this but I’ve been getting skimpy on reading others blog posts in the last couple of days. It’s a very bad habit and I wish I wouldn’t do it. I go down this hole that I soon find myself getting lost in and all of a sudden I’ve lost contact with the outside (blogging) world. It’s very easy to crawl into a bubble and get too comfortable, and suffer from laziness and excuses, but then the bad etiquette police show up and demand I show some other bloggers some love. I actually feel guilty when I haven’t read any of my followers posts in a number of days but it is not that hard to get back in the “zone”. I’ve been busy filming, editing, and uploading videos to my YouTube channel, which I finally resurrected after a long hiatus. I’ve also been busy with relearning the guitar, which was the subject of a post that accidentally got published half-baked and I deleted hours afterward.

On that note, here are three posts I found very interesting and deserve a shout out. They are all from yesterday or today because I don’t feel like digging into the archives (I rarely do) to find posts I like.

The Gad About Town | Inside Anonymous: Covering the Collective

My name is Walter Yeates, I may be better known as Smooth for my coverage of Anonymous. Either name is fine, as I am quite fond of both. When Mark asked me to produce the first guest piece on his blog, I was more than happy to detail my work on Anonymous.

Two months ago I would have never guessed I would have been covering Anonymous, especially with as much access that I have been granted. While quite a bit of information various members of the collective have told me is off the record, there has been a lot of insight that will go into my future work.

As always, Mark Aldrich dishes out some of the best world cultural news stories on important topics. This was his first post by a guest blogger and went very well. I’m only vaguely familiar with some of the things he writes about (or others write for him) but I definitely have gotten an insight into a world other than mine. I will definitely be looking forward to reading more of his posts in 2016.

Passion Through Poetry | Desperation

My tears etch tracks
Down the sides of my face
Flowing unhindered
Unseen
My cries break the silence
Of the overcast day
Speaking of anguish
Unheard

Vonita Buirski’s blog of mainly poetry is very inspiring. You can really fall in love with the words she writes and feel the spirit she has inside. A very wonderful and amazing person and it would be nice to meet her in real life. I’ve been following her since I started blogging regularly and she will continue to be a blog I look forward to in the upcoming year.

MOONSKITTLES | Eating Before Drinking

These words got me started,

reading and reading, brain breathing.

Each bubble erected in the surface.

Mouth making muted sounds.

Eyes moving left to right,

following someone else’s children being unborn,

learning of things luck spared me off.

Smeared on my face crazy tears… of what?

For what? Why was I crying about just now?

The shadows hover around and embellish,

swiftly, noticeably, forcefully.

Reading one of Moonskittles’ posts is always special. Her blog has quickly grown into a very powerful one of poetry, wit, humor, and family. This poem by her was another quality example of her talent with words and deliciously descriptive imagery.

The Gad About Town: One Way Flight, No Layovers

I never looked for his book online or in a bookstore. He showed it to me, or he showed me a galley proof of it. And now, a decade later, I do not remember his name or enough about the book to find out whatever happened to him or it.

The two of us were passengers on a plane, and 98% of my personal air travel history dates from the years 2000 to 2004, when I moved from upstate New York to Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and twice a year I returned home for holiday visits. The typical route was Eastern Iowa Airport to Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport to Stewart International Airport (or sometimes Logan in Boston), because there are no direct flights between Iowa and anyplace else I have ever lived. The book author was across the aisle from me.

This other post by Mark Aldrich, one that had been sitting unread at the top of my browser for days until now, is one I also had to include as a bonus fourth. One of the lines about reading lines of poetry with the exaggeration of cartoon eyes delighted me.

And that’s a wrap. Now let me go and enjoy the hot, steaming chili I got from Wendy’s. Oh, wait, I’ve already finished it.


In Response to the Daily Prompt: Press It

Give some love to three blog posts you’ve read and loved in the past week, and tell us why they’re worth reading.

And Never Brought to Mind

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My coffee-stained guitar

It is a wonderful piece

Cat gut strings attached

Bought at age of nineteen

Lots of training and practice

Strumming and plucking

Freestyling it here and there

Some good old country loving

And I tried Auld Lang Syne for

The family of three

It went fairly well

For all the good it could be

Maybe this year

I’ll try it again

While Frank Sinatra’s

New York, New York

Plays once more to the

Packed Times Square

Of bright-eyed ladies and men

It has a soothing tone

This acoustic instrument of mine

And it’s the rhythm and melody

That I continue and search to find


In Response to the Daily Prompt: Strike a Chord 

Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice.

WPC: Musical Highway

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Musical highway, the notes were just right
Tripping down the melodic avenue
Hearing the rhythm shake the night
The way the midnight song
Seemed to awaken my senses
I could see and hear the world
Really feel like I was the one strumming with my appendages
And now as the sound of man and machine meet
And this huge city keeping swaying to the beat
I relax and let the moonlight take me away
Rolling down the musical highway
Until the reality of life meets me in the day


 Weekly Photo Challenge: Depth