Showing posts with label guitar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guitar. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Trying to Buy the World
When you are 22 and have just got a job, your mind is burgeoning with schemes of buying the world with the handful of money you have. I started out with buying a guitar or at least I thought I will make a start by buying a guitar. Also, it was a step towards full-filling my life-long ambition of mastering a musical instrument. The closest that I have got in producing a “musical melody” is honking the horn of my two-wheeler for atleast two minutes (I think this will be appreciated by modernist futurism music advocates :P) for shooing away a herd of goats that once crossed my path. The musician in me was successful in captivating the audience as they stood there in a trance chewing cud. Later I had to call a boy playing nearby to do the honour of shooing them away.
So there I was last Sunday visiting shops in Pune trying to increase the list of my possessions, which by the way includes an old but handsome navy-blue coloured paper bag having a huge golden embossing of the emblem of Indian Air Force. (You-know-who, if you are reading this then kindly note that now the bag is mine and you are not getting it back.) So, anyway coming back on the track I began inspecting various semi-electric guitars with a I-was-born-with-a-guitar-in-my-hand kind of a look. My mind was teeming with questions, so I asked the attendant that why was “this” thing protruding from the base of the guitar? At this my bro turned to me and gave me a blend of please-don’t-ask-what-the-strings-are-for and I-don’t-know-this-creature kind of a look. As it turned out “this” thing is called a pickup of the guitar. So before I asked another question, we were out of the shop and heading to a different shop. After reaching there, I had Eric-Clapton-can-play-better-than-me-so-what-? kind of a look. Judging that my expression had become an inch demure than before, I think my bro didn’t mind me asking another question. This time I played it safe by asking about the price of the instrument. Looking back now I think the attendant was convinced that I did play guitar professionally. I believe my "look" and the fact that I was silent throughout did it. My mission of buying the world encountered a glitch when I had to postpone the acquisition of guitar indefinitely.
Finally, today I decided to download guitar tabs for every Pink Floyd song. I got this file ‘Pink Floyd-Guitar Tab Anthology (Guitar Songbook).rar’…I was already in my day-dreaming mode and was strumming a guitar along David Gilmour at a concert when my reveries were interrupted as I tried to open the file…It was password protected. So, if anybody reading this has the password to it please pass it on to me so that I can Dream On uninterrupted. But this time I think I will give Aerosmith a chance to play along with me ;)
So there I was last Sunday visiting shops in Pune trying to increase the list of my possessions, which by the way includes an old but handsome navy-blue coloured paper bag having a huge golden embossing of the emblem of Indian Air Force. (You-know-who, if you are reading this then kindly note that now the bag is mine and you are not getting it back.) So, anyway coming back on the track I began inspecting various semi-electric guitars with a I-was-born-with-a-guitar-in-my-hand kind of a look. My mind was teeming with questions, so I asked the attendant that why was “this” thing protruding from the base of the guitar? At this my bro turned to me and gave me a blend of please-don’t-ask-what-the-strings-are-for and I-don’t-know-this-creature kind of a look. As it turned out “this” thing is called a pickup of the guitar. So before I asked another question, we were out of the shop and heading to a different shop. After reaching there, I had Eric-Clapton-can-play-better-than-me-so-what-? kind of a look. Judging that my expression had become an inch demure than before, I think my bro didn’t mind me asking another question. This time I played it safe by asking about the price of the instrument. Looking back now I think the attendant was convinced that I did play guitar professionally. I believe my "look" and the fact that I was silent throughout did it. My mission of buying the world encountered a glitch when I had to postpone the acquisition of guitar indefinitely.
Finally, today I decided to download guitar tabs for every Pink Floyd song. I got this file ‘Pink Floyd-Guitar Tab Anthology (Guitar Songbook).rar’…I was already in my day-dreaming mode and was strumming a guitar along David Gilmour at a concert when my reveries were interrupted as I tried to open the file…It was password protected. So, if anybody reading this has the password to it please pass it on to me so that I can Dream On uninterrupted. But this time I think I will give Aerosmith a chance to play along with me ;)
Labels:
aerosmith,
buying a guitar,
guitar,
pink floyd,
pune
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