Take up cello.
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Guess it depends on what you mean by fundamentals. Guitar has six or twelve strings. Cello has four. Guitar played with fingers. Cello is bowed or plucked. I didn't feel like playing guitar before I took cello lessons gave me any advantage, but mileage may vary.
I clicked on this thread, but I've nothing to add. I worked at home all day.
At one point, I got up and made myself a hot chocolate, mixed in two pieces of dark chocolate (for the antioxidants), half-a-teaspoon of honey (to counteract the chocolatey bitterness), and let it all melt ... and sprinkled some crushed cinnamon on top.
Heaven in a mug. And when it was done, I used a strawberry to wipe up the last of the melted chocolate. Mmm-mm-mm ...
The rest of my day was boring by comparison. Boo, work! ;-P
At one point, I got up and made myself a hot chocolate, mixed in two pieces of dark chocolate (for the antioxidants), half-a-teaspoon of honey (to counteract the chocolatey bitterness), and let it all melt ... and sprinkled some crushed cinnamon on top.
Heaven in a mug. And when it was done, I used a strawberry to wipe up the last of the melted chocolate. Mmm-mm-mm ...
The rest of my day was boring by comparison. Boo, work! ;-P
And you wouldn’t even leave the house to explore the world. The internet is so much more than memes and doomscrolling You could go onto YouTube and spend hours listening to videos based off your interests.
Cello is tuned in fifths, not fourths. That would mess me up more than anything. All the intervals would be off, though I suppose the lack of frets would be enough of a visual reconnection.
Today's great adventure: take the dog's stitches out. The fabulousness of my life goes on.
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I texted her how it went, and she replied, "it was pretty good somethings were kinda hard tho"
The first thing I thought was, "That describes life!"
Had another night time hunger adventure. Boiled eggs in the middle of the night. Must have been around 1 AM. And then I hear my neighbour above me start hammering something. Glad I was already awake, or I might have become upset.
I wrote a little yesterday, around 100 words. Amazing. With my speed I might finish my stories by the same time G.R.R Martin's AI consciousness finishes his last book.
I wrote a little yesterday, around 100 words. Amazing. With my speed I might finish my stories by the same time G.R.R Martin's AI consciousness finishes his last book.
You can have frets on a cello (or a violin or a viola or a double bass )if you want them. A guy in Canada makes fretted strips that stick on to the fingerboard:
The Fiddle Fretter - Home
"THE FIDDLE FRETTER" Temporary Violin Frets. Make your violin a Fretted Violin. Free shipping word-wide.
But the lack of frets isn't really a problem if you have good relative pitch. If you can sing or whistle on key, you already have a mechanism for detecting whether a note is in tune.
Who looks at the neck of any stringed instrument after the initial learning stage? I had a couple of adhesive dots to aid me in the beginning. Never even noticed when they wore off because I quit depending on them.
Fretted fiddles. Sounds like a mild epithet. "Fretted fiddles, George, what in the hell are you doing with that waffle iron?"
Fretted fiddles. Sounds like a mild epithet. "Fretted fiddles, George, what in the hell are you doing with that waffle iron?"
Depends on what you're playing. If it's folky open chord shit, there's nothing to look at it. If you're playing classical or jazz with three octave arpeggios, different story. I can do fairly well without looking, but some of the lateral runs need my full attention.
Well, fretted fiddles, Homer, I reckon you're right.
I worked on a chapter of my current WIP, following my beat sheet. I wrote roughly 2,000 words on Wednesday, another ~2,000 words last night and another ~1,000 today ... and I'm nowhere near the end of the chapter. Oops.
But that's all right, most of it is either describing the scenes, dialogue, or action. Besides, even though I planned it in advance, I'm still pantsing it (based on the plan, 'course). I'll go over it again when it's done, re-draft it, and split it into bite-size ~2,000-word "batches" for the critique phase.
Scribble, scribble, scribble. A writer's job is never done. ;-P
Sometimes chapters just go on and on. And other times you can barely fit a phrase in one. Whatever the chapter needs.I worked on a chapter of my current WIP, following my beat sheet. I wrote roughly 2,000 words on Wednesday, another ~2,000 words last night and another ~1,000 today ... and I'm nowhere near the end of the chapter. Oops.
But that's all right, most of it is either describing the scenes, dialogue, or action. Besides, even though I planned it in advance, I'm still pantsing it (based on the plan, 'course). I'll go over it again when it's done, re-draft it, and split it into bite-size ~2,000-word "batches" for the critique phase.
Scribble, scribble, scribble. A writer's job is never done. ;-P
Tomorrow came. I woke up and played video games for a bit. Then did some writing. Then some guitar. Then my standard eggs, avocados, beans, and apples 18 hour fast-breaking lunch. Then I made Tom-Yum soup for later. Then I went to Lowe's to get a replacement filter for my shop vac so I could vacuum the basement I cleaned yesterday. I also got a butler/pooper-scooper for sweeping up stuff. I got a Bulldozer, the Cadillac of butlers, only to get home and discover that we don't own a broom. Mops, pushbrooms, sweepers, swiffers, but not an old fashioned straw broom for regular sweeping. That put the kibosh on basement cleaning. I decided to wait until tomorrow to go back to Lowe's and buy a broom so I'll have something to do. I also just ran out of deodorant, so I get to go to Walgreens tomorrow, too. It's next to my favorite LQ store so I'll hang out with the boys there and play some guitar. Then official guitar class later in the afternoon.
Other than that, I'm climbing the goddamned walls around here.
Shows what I know. Bass guitar to guitar was easy enough. Guitar to ukulele? Not so much.
My experience with classical instruments is limited to this one time someone let me try to make sounds from their 18th-century Italian violin. I would never hand such an instrument to someone like me. Anyway, I made a couple of chord-like finger placements and slid the bow against the strings - and it made nice-ish sounds. And also, some horrible sounds.
I took cello lessons for a couple of years and still made some terrible sounds. I got pregnant with my second child not long after I started my first year of lessons. I blame my failure to thrive as a cellist on her.
Put in a solid two and a half hours of novel organization today. Would've put in more, but decided I'd be courting a headache to work any longer. At this point, I'm ahead of schedule. Once I get all notes, narrative, and dialog combined and in a semblance of order, I can print out the manuscript, cut it to pieces, put it in peachy keen order, and proceed with Draft III. Changed the timing of at least one major event, shifted the identity of a trio of characters, and decided on secondary plots. This is the brain breaking phase of writing for me. It's a fascinating process, but I'm always glad to finish it.
Put in a solid two and a half hours of novel organization today. Would've put in more, but decided I'd be courting a headache to work any longer. At this point, I'm ahead of schedule. Once I get all notes, narrative, and dialog combined and in a semblance of order, I can print out the manuscript, cut it to pieces, put it in peachy keen order, and proceed with Draft III. Changed the timing of at least one major event, shifted the identity of a trio of characters, and decided on secondary plots. This is the brain breaking phase of writing for me. It's a fascinating process, but I'm always glad to finish it.
It was not the cello class in particular, but the whole notion of musical school that shocked me early in my life. When I was a kid, my classmate friend mentioned a musical school. I was horrified to the core, that in addition to schools, where everyone is dreaded to attend, there exists yet another level of suffering for selected few.
I'm sorry your view of school was so dark.
