I Got The Blues
Jun. 26th, 2007 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candidgameraOr, at least, I got a harmonica.
Dad's visit last week culminated in a trip to Cracker Barrel Thursday evening - not my favorite eating place in the world, but they serve decent steaks, and Fairmont proper doesn't have a lot of options in that department, yet.
On the way out, I was glancing around the little "country store" they have in lieu of a lobby. As Dad walked to the register to pay the check, I said "Hey, buy me a Harmonica."
(A couple of points - one, I'd always eyeballed the Harmonicas at previous trips to Cracker Barrel. Two, I like being bought things. Don't you judge me.)
So we left, and I was one $5 Harmonica richer. I didn't really open it up until Friday - I glanced briefly at the packed-in directions they provide, then put them back in the box. What good are instructions? says I. This is art!
I think it took my all of five minutes to play a reasonable rendition of the classic "Blues lick". You know the one I mean. It's in every Blues song ever, I think. Success made me giddier than any 29-year-old person has a right to be.
My new plan is to start carrying it around with me. And if someone starts droning on, whining for an inappropriate amount of time about crap that really isn't all that bad, I can bring out the harmonica. To accompany them.
Wha-WHAA, Wha-Wha.
Because Misery loves Accompaniment.
Dad's visit last week culminated in a trip to Cracker Barrel Thursday evening - not my favorite eating place in the world, but they serve decent steaks, and Fairmont proper doesn't have a lot of options in that department, yet.
On the way out, I was glancing around the little "country store" they have in lieu of a lobby. As Dad walked to the register to pay the check, I said "Hey, buy me a Harmonica."
(A couple of points - one, I'd always eyeballed the Harmonicas at previous trips to Cracker Barrel. Two, I like being bought things. Don't you judge me.)
So we left, and I was one $5 Harmonica richer. I didn't really open it up until Friday - I glanced briefly at the packed-in directions they provide, then put them back in the box. What good are instructions? says I. This is art!
I think it took my all of five minutes to play a reasonable rendition of the classic "Blues lick". You know the one I mean. It's in every Blues song ever, I think. Success made me giddier than any 29-year-old person has a right to be.
My new plan is to start carrying it around with me. And if someone starts droning on, whining for an inappropriate amount of time about crap that really isn't all that bad, I can bring out the harmonica. To accompany them.
Wha-WHAA, Wha-Wha.
Because Misery loves Accompaniment.
