Sunday, July 23, 2006

Washburn EA10

I picked up the guitar today. Well, it was Sunday, the sun hadn't come out, the only noise around these parts was from the wailing, screaming kids from neighbouring premises, kids whose parents are unaware that you can actually take children somewhere and entertain them rather than let them run ferel-like through the streets. And I was waiting for the bathroom to become available. So I reached out for my Washburn EA10 which has been neglected for far too long, just leaning on a wall at the end of the bed along with three other guitars. My playing leaves a little to be desired owing to a lack of practice and zero retentive memory and I've hardly held an axe in my hands since we moved house. I love my Washburn and, although it's an electro-acoustic, it sounds lovely in a totally unplugged state. I trotted through the Doherty back catalogue, Paolo Nutini's Last Request, digested and spat back out the tab for Blurry, Puddle of Mudd's decent song and noodled around the fretboard. Was it music? I dunno. And what with all those wailing kids nobody will have heard me. But all Sundays should start like this.

Reading: Haruki Murakami - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman.

1 comment:

Benjamin said...

What a Waster!