Intro

So here I go. I embark on what will hopefully be a fabulous journey. This journey: Blogging. I begin with shoes on my feet, albeit the wrong ones but I'm sure nobody will notice ;)

I guess I could start by cluing you in on the writer. I'm Kevin! Hi, how are you? I'm fine, thanks for asking. I've been playing guitar for almost 10 years. Unfortunately, I also act like I'm ten years old. There is naught, save a few special things, that gives me joy more than sitting down and diddling the strings on my guitar. The notes. The chords. The music. They encompass one another to invent themselves into a beautiful, flowing structure to give house to emotion. Emotion then can then live in this house and create a life for itself. Go out and get a semi-successful job. Start dating, perhaps even find that special someone he can come home to and by whom he can be told to take out the trash.

I digress.

Me, myself, I'm a simple man. I like sunsets, Chinese food, (virgin) piña coladas and getting caught in the rain. I don't like making love at midnight on the dunes of the cape, however. 'Tis far too sandy. Indeed, I do try to make life as fun and interesting as I can make it, though normalcy does reserve the point of perspective. I am a good driver. A wee bit slow for some, but don't try to race me... you won't win :) That being said, carefulness is a trait that has become a small sort of pride for me. I enjoy a good adrenaline rush every now and then, but what's the use if you're not going to live long enough to enjoy it often.

I do expect for my personality to shine forth through my writings and perhaps you will get to know me that way instead of me running my mouth like a leaky faucet. (Though, I do believe, in this case it would be my fingers pecking away at the keys like an anorexic woodpecker that just made a life changing decision. Again, I digress.)

On with the blaggin'.

Today, after work, I started on my set list. My compilation of songs, written by myself and others, to learn for acoustic guitar to both improve skill and give me an arsenal in case anyone challenges me to a sudden guitar battle. Thankfully, that would probably only happen in a Guitar Hero environment, in which I could hold my own. *smirk* Amidst my hard work, the aforementioned addiction took over, so I played GH to loosen up. To my all-too-often dismay, it did not loosen me up, but make me furious. Cursed Steely Dan. I stopped playing. I am now starting on my housework to clean things up for the upcoming onslaught of guests to fill the house due to the ever nearing wedding I get to share with one of the only people I love more than music.

Ah yes, the wedding. Twelve more days. I would put a counter on here, but I'll be married before anyone reads this. I know it's juicy knowledge and people eat it up, but I will put the details of the lady and the marriage aside and write about it in a future blog. For now, I have house work that really should be attended to. Even the glamorous life of a musician demands organization and cleanliness. It is next to holiness, after all. :)