Greetings blog readers! I’m sure everyone reading is checking out the Number of the Beast artwork and thinking “How super cool, I can’t wait for the summer when this is released!” Rest assured, it is very cool. I’m personally impatient for the Engine Joe action figure. I don’t know if there are plans for one, but I’d love it.
And perhaps some of you may be thinking “Wait a second, doesn’t Chris have a wife? Surely she’s been up to something equally as cool, right?” Well, yes and no. Chris does have a wife, but she’s not really up to anything as cool as Number of the Beast. But, she is back to taking guitar lessons. Since she is me, I’ll talk in the first person now.
Hey everyone, Xan here. Chris has been taking over much of the blogging responsibilities lately, and for good reason. If you haven’t checked out the artwork he has been posting for NOTB, you should. I’m so excited to see this book in print. Other than this, it’s been a pretty status quo winter into spring for us. But we enjoy our status quo, so I consider this a good thing. It’s a quiet life of reading, beading, cult tv and whatever else we can work into the day.
Aside from trying to get caught up on Doctor Who and Torchwood episodes, I started guitar lessons again this year. For those of you who don’t know the sordid background, I took guitar lessons in 2005 until the fall, when I was in the process of changing jobs and Chris and I were moving into our current apartment. I stopped going to my lessons around this time because my teacher asked me to not come anymore. He told me I wasn’t focused enough, and was therefore wasting his and my time. Evidently, guitar lessons come before finding and moving into a new apartment, and any job searches should be put on the back burner for scales. Maybe I’m bitter (I am, actually), and maybe I am making excuses. He told me that I was welcome to return when things were settled and I could focus, but this evidently wasn’t the case, since my emails to him which said basically “Settled into the new job and the new place, ready to play again!” went unanswered.
I kept playing a bit on my own, but really wanted a teacher again. I always benefit from the experience of others, and considering my near criminal neglect of the piano, I needed to get back into learning about theory and not just looking up tab online. So in a moment of pure serendipity, aka Marcie and Kade’s New Years Eve party, I found a new teacher. Greg is a friend I met through Marcie, and he is a guitar teacher and was willing to take on new students in the new year. So I jumped and now have been taking lessons again since January. Greg is a great teacher, and was a bit appalled at my being kicked out of lessons, so I feel more on the same page with him. And he seems to be patient with my difficulty getting used to a pick, which is good.
The picture is a photo of my guitar, Jane. She’s an Ibanez AW40-NT, and I love her. I didn’t know much about Ibanez acoustic guitars. The electric guitars were all I knew about as they have a reputation as being metal guitars. But this one is great. I saw a 12 string Ibanez at Sam Ash the other day, and it was about all I could do to walk out of there without it.
While it feels good to be taking lessons and learning music again, I feel guilty about the fact that the piano is out of tune. I really need to get back to all of my instruments. I found it difficult to find time to play as an adult. Everyone knows I’ve never been the best with managing time. I should also take one of those free workshops at the Apple Store, and get the most out of my GarageBand.
Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo. So little time, so much to know!
And oddly enough, Greg taught me “Yellow Submarine” this week. Maybe I should learn “Nowhere Man” next…