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041025 more practice required It really is my own fault, I think. I tell myself that I exercise daily, but half hour to an hour just before work is hardly daily. And I tell myself that I play the guitar, but I realize it has been weeks since the last serious practice. When I was in Thunder Bay, while I didn't play very well, I played well enough to plant myself in a corner of a local coffee house, and practice, and I'd fit in. I'm not so sure now. And listen to this: I found that playing hurt my hand tonight. And it hurt my chording arm too. I had Muscle pains. I couldn't stay with it for more than a few minutes today. Think "fatigue". Like it was too heavy or something. I'll start practicing again. I promise. I bought myself a present for 20.00 plus tax: a Korg tuner! I should have invested in one of these an eternity ago. I'd always figured my weak musicality was because of me. That may still be the case, but the tuner has done a lot to make the instruments sound good, even just on their own, with open strings. What a difference. I'll get my playing stamina back up to over an hour again, and re-learn the english melodies I used to know well. I played Take a Dance tonight. Maybe I'll learn the words to that dance now too. That's all I know.

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