Last week, I changed my New Year’s resolution. I originally wanted to start crocheting so I could make hats like this, but I just couldn’t get myself super excited at the prospect. (Maybe because I can BUY them with one lazy click of my mouse!) (Wait, I don’t have a mouse. Whatever, look at how cute Wito looks!)
I still wanted to do something with my hands, in order to help pull me away from my computer. (Internet BAD, Music GOOD!) So, I decided to learn to play the guitar.
Now, I’m not a total stranger to musical instruments, as I kicked SOME TRI-STATE ASS with my clarinet as a young lady.
Jealous much? 9 years old under the influence of something. (Most likely, Benny Goodman.)
I also started flute lessons in my late twenties, and let me tell you, there is nothing more humbling than showing up in your $500 J. Crew suit after selling a trillion dollars worth of pharmaceuticals that day, only to be sandwiched in between two eight-year-olds with braces. (Keep rocking the flute, Brittany and Jessica! Drugs BAD, Music GOOD!)
However, I have absolutely NO experience with string instruments. But I’m ready! Bring on the blistered fingers and utter frustration!
(I am hoping that having an extremely gifted guitarist as a father might give me an edge. GENES, DON’T FAIL ME NOW.)
To put it simply, I love music. My family loves music, and Wito LOVES music. In fact, he experienced his first jam with my father over the holidays.
The kid has an affinity for Hammond organs, no?
After much discussion and searching with my father (who will now be called GURU Stu Tu), my first guitar arrived today.
Isn’t he handsome?
So, I’m asking the internet a favor. Check in on my progress once in awhile. Keep me in line. Hold me accountable. And especially, expect a nothing short of a fabulous recital next December when I participate in Neil’s 3rd Annual Christmahanukwanzaakah Online Holiday Concert. I guess I better start practicing.
WAIT! What should I name him? (He was made in Spain, maybe something Spanish?) Oh help me, wise friends.
If only I would play guitar again.
His name should be Eduardo. Just try to find a better name than Eduardo. Eh-DWAR-doooow, I love Eh-DWAR-dooow. Yeah, nice isn’t it?
Rafael…
This my guitar, Rafael…Yeah, it fits.
well I always wanted to name a dog Javier but I guess you can have it for your pretty little gee-tar instead.
wow, I’m loving all the names (especially Ramon Jesus Del Toro!!), but I’m mainly stuck on that badass picture of you age 9. You know I remember those days!!!!! Mr. Rogers, baby!!
That guitar is a beauty! I played clarinet too, then the sax to feel cooler then I quit it all! The banjo is a love of mine though…some day!
Names hmmm, Ramon is quite nice. Django to honor your father and Whoorlito because well you know.
Ramon Django Whoorlito? or
Ramon Django Consuelos
Ramon Django Santiago
Good luck!
Raoul, the Six-Stringed Lover.
He looks like a Felipe Esteban Pepito to me.
Paco or Guillermo…but I favor Paco. Every Paco I have ever known has been short, but perfectly formed.
Congrats, baby! That looks fun. Juan Pablo Valdez!
Rodrigo for sho!!
i saw ‘guitar hero’ in the subject line and almost had a heart attack- as in “OMG there is someone else out there as addicted to that stupid game like me?” but no . sigh. but boy can i kick some ass on Social Distortion’s Story of my life. i rock! and you shall too if you practice with rodrigo.
mwah
I vote for Banderas–he’s Spanish, you know. I wish you well on learning the guitar. Looks like a beautiful instrument, and you do have Daddy for consultations. I’ve never played wind instruments (unless recorder counts), and I think it’s much harder to play clarinet than guitar.
I vote Pedro!
Humberto! Or Javier.
Humberto Javier Fernandez!
Am I too late for suggestions?
Damn, everyone else trumped me bad. I like Pedro and Don Quixote!
And that is one hot guitar!