The fact that you can pluck any sort of imaginable tune and it could still sway the most hardened of hearts; the fact that a single instrument can move and give rise to so many emotions like how no other instrument can.
The fact that it's a welcome distraction from dwelling on the funk that was my previous post. Yes, my readers, it was uncalled for, and I'm sorry.
I am constantly amazed by what I can learn on the guitar, and I really have to extend a HUGE kudos to the two people who actually got me started on it in the first place: Imran and Haiqal. Without your basics and impromptu 'lessons', I could not have gotten anywhere with this incredible instrument.
Just today I saw a most beautiful performance on American Idol by Tim Urban. He performed Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley on, you guessed it, the guitar. And , despite the honestly depressing notions conveyed by the song, that familiar feeling that always came to me whenever my interest was piqued and my mind was set on reproducing something of a similar nature - it came to me again. I picked up the guitar, put the capo on the 4th fret, and started to imitate how he played on screen.
Granted, this was highly unoriginal, but hey, didn't they say imitation was the best form of flattery?
It was then that I realised how much I was missing out when, back in secondary school when most of my friends started picking up the guitar, and all I did was watch them play and occasionally sing along if I knew the song. I guess the deviant in me didn't want to be into what everyone else was into back then.
It's 2010, and my love affair with the guitar has just begun.
Unrelated note: If you're reading this, you'll probably realise I didn't have the balls to say this to you personally. And that it probably doesn't mean as much as it should.
But it does. And what I CAN say is, I really had no idea something like that would affect your mood so drastically, but then I guess springing it on you at such short notice didn't really help the situation much either.
So I'm sorry.
Really.
Really really sorry.
And you really don't have to find a buyer for those tickets. In fact, just forget about 'em. I'll be cool with it, really.
