The Musical Comeback

This entry could fill in the gaps of my life over the past 6 months… But I figure the small details will induce you all into a state of blog-boredom. So instead I’ll summarise quickly: I moved to Sydney and I like it a lot (most days). With that hopefully satisfying everyone’s curiosity … I’ll get back to blogging about the usual daily junk and ideas you’ve come to know and love me for.

Today’s topic: My new guitar.

Just before I moved to London 5.5 years ago… I committed a hideous crime against myself. I was obsessed with saving cash and would do anything I could to make an extra buck. (Don’t worry, this story isn’t going down the prostitution path)

Wearing my oversized rave jeans, one sunny afternoon I trotted/shuffled down to the local pawn-shop and sold ALL my INSTRUMENTS. My electric, acoustic, bass and amp. I’m pretty sure I asked for a price on my soul that day too as CLEARLY I was committing an act of pure evil.

With the 37 dollars I made from the transaction (yes I’m exaggerating) I wisely invested in an ipod mini which later shit itself about 6 months into my England journey. It was a sad day and ever since I’ve regretted the choice to abandon my stringed friends.

It’s with ecstatic joy that I can happily declare my love and dedication to a new instrument of love (wow- that really sounds like I’m talking about a vibrator?!) YES- I have made a new purchase and NO it’s not of the sexual variety. It’s a new guitar… And it looks like this:

She’s a fine lass to finger… almost as satisfying as my first ever. Believe it or not I actually popped my first ever guitar cherry with this:

That’s right it’s a badminton racquet. Before ‘Bartholomew’ (my electric guitar when I was 13) came into my life, I would head-bang in my room for hours to Silverchair wielding my awesome axe/badminton racquet. Laugh all you want… I saved heaps on broken strings. There’s been many times I’ve wanted to resurrect the badminton racquet in various ensembles I’ve played with, but I’ve always been refuted. Mr Pohlenz my year 10 orchestra conductor in particular thought I was a fucking idiot. He was probably not wrong.

So anyway- I’m playing again and it’s fantastic-oso. Any requests? Mail them my way…