Rants Of A Musician

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Another Day, Another Fluke

Real comfort with an instrument comes when you've made a mistake but are able to identify it quickly enough that you can make it look like improvisation and cover yourself in front of people.

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Practice Time

Me arriving home from work at nearly 2 am

Me: finally home

Mom: you gonna head to bed?

Me: but I haven't practiced yet today

Mom: it's two in the morning

Me: ...

Mom: ...

Me: are you sure we're like, related?

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A-chord-ing yo YOU, maybe

My friends have been all spouting for weeks about how easy the ukulele is to play, and now that I'm a few weeks in to learning I can see what they mean. I've never really played a string instrument before and I've already got a few songs memorized. But get right down to it and I just can't seem to get the simplest part of it right, strumming. 😪 Like I can do it with a pick, NO problem, but my hands just don't understand the little claw thing I'm supposed to do.

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(Post a brief discussion about college over the bar)

Customer: So what do you study?

Me: oh, I'm a music major

Customer: OHHHhh what're you gonna do with that??

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Husbands and Wives

Like I said before, this is /mostly/ about things I wanna get off my chest. You have been warned. I work behind a bar, just as a barback not a bartender, but I still get to hear and see tons of ridiculous people in their natural environment. Okay so I can understand marrying someone the rest of the world might not view as being a great person at first glance. Maybe the two of you are so madly in love you don't care that they're horribly rude? I don't know. But I'll be damned if I could tolerate some of the things these married couples tolerate from their partners. I as one guy at the bar who wouldn't let his wife order for herself, despite her obvious attempts to. Stunningly enough, he talked over her the whole time. Still not sure what her voice sounded like. I really hope she comes in with someone that treats her with a little respect next time. The next day I had a woman come in that nagged her husband over every single thing he said. He asked me if we had outlets at the bar, and when I said, "Sorry sir, there aren't any on the outside of the bar." He asked the innocent question of, "I just have to charge an iPhone, does anyone back there have a charger hooked up behind there I could use for maybe 20 minutes?" She turned to him so quick her neck might've been breaking, and shut him down. "They don't give a shit what the charger is for, Frank! He said they don't have any!" This along with a myriad of other nightmare couples, including ones that make out at the bar, talk dirty, don't know their own limits, ask the bartenders to drink with them (guys we CAN'T do that... We're at work..), make up the singularly most frustrating part of restaurant work. Well that and people who don't tip.

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Hello big, terrifying tumblr world

I made this so I could write about my life as a journal of sorts, I don't really care if anyone reads it or not, but there are some things you have to get off your chest. Diving in!