Over the weekend, I decided to sit down and play as many songs as I could on my dreadnought guitar. One thing I'm happy to report is that playing uke hasn't confused any muscle memory I had from playing guitar for the ten years before I got a uke. The chord shapes still came out the way they were supposed to without mistaking a D for a G. Playing the two instruments back and forth wasn't much of a problem but I'll freely admit, I was completely sober at the time. I'll have to try this test again when I'm three shits to the wind. That is the term right? Three shits? No? Well to hell with you then!
One thing that was a little funky was that I found myself doing ukulele type strums on the guitar and it certainly didn't sound or feel right. Wasn't "Chunk" the name of that fat kid on Goonies? I can't think of the last time I had a Baby Ruth, or a Mars bar for that matter. Do they still make those? Oh yeah, this kid in my elementary school used to sell individual Pixie Stix in the schoolyard like it was crack. And lets admit it, that's basically what it was. I used to chew on a whole lot of sourgrass and that was free. After I realized how many dogs probably peed on it, I reduced the amount from "a whole lot" to just "a lot".
LOST is on at the same time as both American Idol and Glee tonight. Life ain't fair.
Wait, I'm not on twitter right now am I?
