ernandez R -> RE: In your locality – what’s it really like? (Jun. 18 2020 5:54:52)
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Well, as I've mentioned I'm spending my Covid time recovering from having me foot crushed. It's not fun. It's not healing fast. I've had to take a few steps back and just keep lying down. My nickname in this vary aviation centric state is Rocket and you can guess how I acquired it. I get **** done, it's done fast, and it's done right: airworthy. I never drop parts and I never stop until it's done. One summer I worked forty days straight never sleeping in my bed: office couch, hanger floor, belly of a Beaver or under the wing of a Cessna, fishing lodge, abandoned remote hanger, or in the seat of my own airplane; eaten alive by white socks or drained by clouds of mosquitos. Anyway, here I am, I've been laying in bed for all but an hour and a half today, it's 7:00pm I've got my #1 guitar in my hands vamping in Fregian E Dom just sliding around the G string cause I've been playing for over four hours already today and my fingers are raw, but you see when I'm playing my mind erases the surface nurapathy that feels like a bag of bumble bees are in my foot stinging like hell to get out. I know most of the world has it bad right now so I'm not complaining. Anyway I've been working this one string mostly pulgar, crushing it just short of rolling the string on the saddle. This girl has a lot of break angle so I'm really hammering it, deep pushes with a clean smooth break. I like the challenge and silkyness you can get with the fat nylon G. ****, it's back, that buzzing... So, I'm working four fret stretch over and over again cause I can and all the sudden this shinny black and white Magpie lands on a branch just outside my open window. The bees are so bad I can barely type on this I pad, the 600mg double evening dose of Gabapentin I took hasn't kicked in yet. This Magpie is looking at me and starts squawking like they do, I keep playing hoping he will pick up my rhythm: 12, 123, 456, 78, 9 10, 11 No joy but he keeps looking and squawking just the same. Then I realize what his problem is, what he is saying, Man, that's not Flamenco and your are not in Compas!
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