My Stratocaster arrived yesterday, and my fingertips are a bit sore. My damaged middle fingers got a taste of rehab. By around 10 p.m., after a few glasses of wine, I boldly determined I can make those fingers work again. I’ll be practicing only chords and scales for the next few weeks—every other day until my fingers toughen up.
Before COVID-19 I was thinking about renting out my master suite short-term for Joby Aero new hires or those transitioning from Bonny Doon. So, I moved my cheap little home gym out of the adjacent front “parlor” and set up a cheap little dining/living area, mostly for show. So much for that plan.
With my impulse guitar buy, now the parlor is designated the music room. I’ll move the Microfreak Synth and MPK249 Keyboard back from the shop and setup a cheap little recording studio here. It’s great to feel like a kid again.
