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Jun. 23rd, 2009 01:39 amI priced hurdy-gurdys the other day and found myself making the face of dismay for about three hours. Way too out of my price range, providing I don't win the dead relative lottery any time soon or careen headfirst into a pit of hundred dollar bills. This makes me sad.
There are instructions to be found online for one to build themselves a hurdy-gurdy, using only twenty dollars worth of supplies. However, I am not the most carpentry inclined and would most likely do some serious damage to myself and my immediate surroundings if I tried to take on such a project. I've never been rather skilled with tools, or instructions for that matter.
For consolation, I bought a small, bright red accordion this weekend from a toy shop. Thirty dollars, I think I paid for it. It's wee, more of a squeeze box then anything else. But, it produces an extremely satisfying sound that gets me frowned at when I try playing it at half past ten at night. I worked out some strange chords on it that I am uncertain if they are even actual chords, but they are also extremely satisfying. I named it Miranda, as in Meet me on my vast veranda, my sweet untouched Miranda.
I have an actual, real accordion that The Amazing Larry gave to me a few years back, but it currently resides in my father's basement (my mother wouldn't allow it to come into the apartment, I asked her if she was afraid it was going to shit on the rug) and has a broken strap. If I remember correctly, it's actually a piano accordion, but my memory is faulty at best and should never be completely trusted. This one's name is Henry Lee.
I'd like to start taking lessons to play these damn things, but I don't have the time. Beyond that, there has been too much inaction for my tastes lately. The Engineer has his podcast and his chess and all the other things that Engineers do when they're not doing booty dances for the amusement of their girlfriends. I come home from work and sit on the couch, frazzled. School's not even in session and I'm still constantly exhausted and demoralized. I thought of making jewelery and opening an Etsy store, but my computer shit itself again and is spending its time under my desk until I have the opportunity to take it to the computer doctor. I've been scribbling in notebooks, but am unhappy with what I produce. I glare at the cats, spend too much time watching Youtube, and have started painting my nails obsessively.
I am, as they say, in a rut.
hoom.
There are instructions to be found online for one to build themselves a hurdy-gurdy, using only twenty dollars worth of supplies. However, I am not the most carpentry inclined and would most likely do some serious damage to myself and my immediate surroundings if I tried to take on such a project. I've never been rather skilled with tools, or instructions for that matter.
For consolation, I bought a small, bright red accordion this weekend from a toy shop. Thirty dollars, I think I paid for it. It's wee, more of a squeeze box then anything else. But, it produces an extremely satisfying sound that gets me frowned at when I try playing it at half past ten at night. I worked out some strange chords on it that I am uncertain if they are even actual chords, but they are also extremely satisfying. I named it Miranda, as in Meet me on my vast veranda, my sweet untouched Miranda.
I have an actual, real accordion that The Amazing Larry gave to me a few years back, but it currently resides in my father's basement (my mother wouldn't allow it to come into the apartment, I asked her if she was afraid it was going to shit on the rug) and has a broken strap. If I remember correctly, it's actually a piano accordion, but my memory is faulty at best and should never be completely trusted. This one's name is Henry Lee.
I'd like to start taking lessons to play these damn things, but I don't have the time. Beyond that, there has been too much inaction for my tastes lately. The Engineer has his podcast and his chess and all the other things that Engineers do when they're not doing booty dances for the amusement of their girlfriends. I come home from work and sit on the couch, frazzled. School's not even in session and I'm still constantly exhausted and demoralized. I thought of making jewelery and opening an Etsy store, but my computer shit itself again and is spending its time under my desk until I have the opportunity to take it to the computer doctor. I've been scribbling in notebooks, but am unhappy with what I produce. I glare at the cats, spend too much time watching Youtube, and have started painting my nails obsessively.
I am, as they say, in a rut.
hoom.
