Today the third string broke while I was trying to tune my guitar. And as I was
in the mood for singing (or I better say howling) I sat down to the keyboard to
accompany myself with few chords. Accidently, that’s how all my planes for the
evening were washed away with this unexpected longing to play a bit more and
then a bit more again and then, well, just a bit more. Of course it’s primitive
like always, but in some way I finally get myself to finding notes by ear. It
takes time and effort and I have to really know the tune and to love it. But
there are some results at least. Finally, it is so late that everybody goes to
sleep and I can’t play anymore (:
Also, I've started relistening audiobook of George Orwel's nineteen eighty
four for my literature class. The accent is american and it sounds a bit
unusual after I've put all my efforts to surround myself with british
accent.
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