Comfort Zone
Capo The Shark is lying on my desk.
He’s sulking.I was supposed to take him with me to The Gather last night. But I forgot.
Capo doesn’t get out very often. He’s got sharp teeth, but they don’t get used as much as he’d like. It might have been his chance to shine….well to bite down on the neck of my guitar anyway, and help me shine. Perhaps.
Actually, it turned out that his absence turned into an excuse. For me. There was a wee jam at the end with two fiddles, a bodhran, and….well…no guitar. My guitar was tuned down. I could have tuned it up, but “hey, they’re playing already…I’ll just watch”.
Truth is “jamming” is outside my Comfort Zone. I didn’t come to music by playing with other people, as many, if not most musicians do. I honestly find it very difficult.
But it’s not that I couldn’t. It’s really a case of me learning a few simple bits of guitar theory, and getting on with it. I’ve got the chops really.
My apologies to Capo The Shark. Not just for leaving him behind, but for using him as a cop out.