Ow, my brain

If my blog posts are sporadic and short for a while, it’s because I don’t have any brainpower left to string words together after my guitar practice. Last week, at my second lesson, my teacher essentially said, “Great job! Here’s twice as much stuff for you to work on.”

So yeah, I’m drowning a bit.

Right now, I’m learning how to get my fingers moving in opposite directions two at a time, first placing them on the second and fourth strings, then switching positions. Yes, including the ring and pinky fingers. Those fingers are never used for anything, especially on the left hand, so it’s been interesting watching them flail and wobble and do everything except what I want them to do. Scott Tennant, the author of Pumping Nylon (which contains this and a bunch of other finger-twisting exercises) is an evil genius.

My teacher also tossed in learning hammer-ons and two new short pieces. No, I’m not going to get these even close to polished in a week. I’ll be lucky if I can play the pieces all the way through at a sloooooooooow tempo.

It figures, out of all the music genres I could’ve chosen for guitar, I pick one of the hardest ones.