Oh, My Beautiful Calluses – Gone All Gone

So, several of you will recall that Preston took up learning the guitar several months back. Out she went, hippy braids intact, Birkenstock firmly on feet, out into the wide world of music. She bought a guitar. She signed up for lessons. She went to several lessons. And then the new job kicked in. Complete stress, lack of coping capacity and a healthy amount of afterwork drinking meant that the guitar started gathering dust. The lessons ceased. Preston was doomed to be one of those people that buys a guitar and it sits firmly in the corner – a constant reminder of what could of been.

But Preston has picked up her game! As of the other day, she started strumming again. And now I have to start from scratch at building up the calluses on my fingers. Oh the pain!

I will probably have to apologise to both Thomas and Young now, for the constant buggered up chords that weakly resemble Tracey Chapmans’ ‘Revolution’.

Sorry guys.