Started guitar lessons today. Mi profesora es no professora es professor That explains things. Very nice young man. He speaks very little ingles, but music has a somewhat universal language. He was pleased I had some background. He says he likes 'classic rock' better than what is out there now. His classic rock is Bon Jovi. I didn't have the heart to tell him he needs to go back a few years from that. He understands I would like to get the basics, in a latin way. He is obviously classically trained on piano and guitar. Once he saw I knew a few chords, he started me on a series of three arpegios. It was grim. He gives me a lot of time alone to practice, so I am not making a total fool of myself throughout the whole lesson. My fingers were on fire during the session. They are semi on fire and numb tonight. If past memories serve me, my fingers have a rough week ahead. I am encouraged, though. To keep time, he puts on a beat from a keyboard instrument. It is a waltz tempo, latin style. When we work together, he gives me that latin stress. I am sure there is a name for it. I will worry about that later.
Spanish class continues to improve. We are past the break in phase and now are working fairly hard. I think it will serve us well. Weather continues to suck.
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