tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70534656100801619422011-07-30T21:02:51.226-07:00Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13833311730133613313noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053465610080161942.post-14992406449820883022008-10-05T15:15:00.000-07:002010-07-20T17:23:51.752-07:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">My music is the only way that I can unwind. College life and the brutal confines of a classroom have driven me to procrastinating and practicing the guitar instead. This summer has been nothing but guitar practice. I performed at a coffee shop recently, which did not go well in my book. I have been learning all the new scales...mainly the modes (Dorian, Phrygian,...etc.) I know them I just need to practice them so I have more freedom becoming proficient. People always tell me I'm so good at the guitar, and I have to tell myself that God gave me the gift. I cannot claim my success for my own, for God has allowed me to exceed; even though I may not use it the way he wants all the time. I will never stop playing guitar. There is always more to learn, more to create, and more to explore. </span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053465610080161942-1499240644982088302?l=dave-ander.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13833311730133613313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053465610080161942.post-17943554705757298242008-09-27T14:20:00.000-07:002010-07-20T17:32:28.832-07:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I think the title of this blog explains everything about this post. My friend Jake has experienced first hand a "woman's touch" upon his life...he is a broken man now, and who can save him? Not I, for many a sorrowful melody has played out through these fingers. Music is our only escape...in its chords we hide our feelings; in its lyrics we hide our thoughts. When music is removed from our lives I, and my friend Jake, will surely perish.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053465610080161942-1794355470575729824?l=dave-ander.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13833311730133613313noreply@blogger.com1