I am a guitar player myself and have learnt, every scale, mode, can sight read, chord construction, etc.
I give lessons and i try to teach my students, all the theory behind, guitar, which is 80% of playing and song writing. imo
but GRRR getting sick of NOOBS!!!
but basically, Who else is sick of NOOBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am in no means a perfectioness, nor do i want to be arrogant, i want to be a respected musician, meeting Mark Lizotte mostly known as Johnny Diesel or just Diesel, he is a good muso, but one of the most arrogant people I have ever ment, not a nice guy too know.
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The city lights twinkled, like they were perfect little stars. I sat there silently while the plane flew higher and higher into the night sky. Every once in a while I would take a silent glance out the plane window to see dozens of stars above me. All lights on earth that I saw was a beautiful piece of heaven, but I couldn’t even remember the last time I thought anything was beautiful in the world until I saw these delicate stars.
The misfortune memory came back into my head as I remembered the reason why I thought nothing in this world was beautiful to me anymore. The memory contained the disturbing images of my mom lying lifeless in the brown casket. It hadn’t seemed real at all when it happened.
The past came into my head as I had a reply of that small piece of my life. I had sat in the front row of her funeral and all eyes were on me, as it finally got to my head that my mother was never going to tell me life was going to be all right, when it clearly wasn’t. My brain went back into present time as I heard a woman’s voice.
I hadn’t even known that I had fallen asleep until I heard the attendant’s voice speak clearly in a polite manner into the intercom.
“Attention to all passengers,” there was a silent pause as people woke up from their naps and sat up to listen to the flight attendant speak, “we will be arriving in Boston in just five minutes. At this time please put away all cell phones, music containing devices, and laptops as we prepare for a safe landing. Thank you.”
Everybody did what he or she was told to do, as I just sat there quietly doing absolutely nothing but watching the plane get lower and lower until it finally landed.
As passengers got off the plane, I slowly got up and grabbed my bag from above me. Two pilots came out of the cockpit to say goodbye to everyone. There were hushed goodbyes and a lot of “thank you” being said, as I slowly walked forward toward the open door, leading to the airport. Looking back was hard not to do and I finally told myself that I would only take one short glance back.
A male attendant in his mid-twenties saw me glancing in his direction, and he winked, thinking that I was admiring him. But I focused more on what I was really looking at. In the right back corner was a woman holding an infant. Her face was a pale peach, her silky brown chocolate hair went down to her shoulders, and her amazing eyes were a dark golden brown. She appeared to be a very beautiful woman with her shiny brown hair bouncing as she twisted and turned to keep the baby from crying.
One person came into my mind as I watched her lips sing to her baby and move into a familiar song that I knew as a child. She was so much like my mom and I didn’t even know anything about her. All I knew was that her appearance looked more and more like my mother as I kept my eyes on her. The woman rocked the baby, and took one huge sigh before she glanced up to see me staring at her. I looked down, hoping that she didn’t see me turning red. I smiled to myself in advanced of me singing myself that same song, before I swiftly walked out the door.
People passed and shoved past me prior to them hugging to their awaiting family and friends. But I didn’t have a family anymore or any friends. I only had my so-called father and his happy family. I hadn’t even known who my dad was until my mom’s funeral. He had sat right next to me while the priest prayed and read from the bible. As soon as the priest had said that Lizzy McDowell would like to say a few words, Max had opened his mouth and said three words in a surprised whisper, “ Oh my god.” Just the way he had spoke showed that he had no idea he had a daughter.
I had risen from my seat and went to the front of the church where the priest stood. My father had stared at me and couldn’t let the sight of me go. He had never really known why my mom had disappeared from their small town in Massachusetts. But this just might put things in perspective for him.
My thoughts came back into present time as I stood in the doorway of the plane I was just on. I looked around for some person that I knew. No one exactly told me whom I was going to be living with now. On the left hand side of me was an old lady walking with a cane. Wishing that I could stay with my grandmother, I looked more intently for someone I knew.
I really had no idea where to look for people that I was related to. Just then someone tapped me on my shoulder and I spun around to face the person. It was the lady that I had seen on the plane. She still held her baby close to her chest. “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help to see you looking around as if
couldn’t help to see you looking around as if you were looking for someone,” she paused and smiled deeply at me and then kept on talking, “ I was wondering if you needed some assistance on finding whoever it is you are looking for.” I thought of if she really could help me look for my new guardian. She stared at me, as I was deep in thought; obviously looking for an answer. I shook my head and looked down at her baby. “Thanks for the offer, but I honestly don’t know who I am looking for.” With that, the woman gave me another warm smile and went the other direction.
I decided to take a break from looking, and so I walked around the airport until I found an open chair. I sat down and closed my eyes. It was a busy night at the airport. People walked around in a hurry to get where they needed to go. I could hear the seconds from a near by clock ticking from minute to minute. Tick tock tick tock. It got louder and louder and soon that was all I could hear.
My eyebrows scrunched down ma
my cheeks. This was really just the second time for me meeting him. It touched him that I would cry for seeing him and he hugged me closely to his chest.
I wanted to think that this was our reunion, but it couldn’t be because we haven’t met before this besides the funeral. I couldn’t really call him Dad because he really wasn’t my father, but only in biological forms. I thought back to what my mom would always call him. It had been a while since I heard his name.
It came into my head and before I could even think about it I said his name in a graceful whisper. “Max,” I loosened his grip and looked at my face.
“What?” His face showed little emotion, but the running tears on his tan face.
“Nothing,” I shook my head puzzled that he had heard me speak. I had thought that I had spoken softer than the sound of a feather dropping to the ground. I hugged him again. With much more force than before.
making a very clear U. I couldn’t take it any longer. I covered my ears, but I still couldn’t get the ticking out of my brain. Around me, voices came and families talked to one another. There was a light tap on my shoulder and my eyes slowly opened.
Standing in front of me was the man who I had met at my mother’s funeral. As he smiled a dimple in his chin showed. Just like the one I had in mine. I couldn’t believe it. This was the person I had to stay with. It was a wonder of why my mom chose my own father out of all the other family members I had. For a couple of seconds that was all I could really think of. She had hated this man, and couldn’t even think of one good thing about him.
His smile gradually faded into nothing, but a line across his face. “Sorry for me having to ask this, but you are Lizzy. Right?”
It was so sad that this is what it had to come to. My head went into a quick nod while I opened my mouth to speak.
“Hi, dad,” two steady streams of water trickled down
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