Reading In Bed Emily Haines Chords

my old friend Eric


So, let's start with the playlist:

One: sign
Two: Before You Accuse Me
Three: hey hey
Four: Tears In Heaven
Five: Lonely Stranger
Six: Nobody Knows You When you0re down & out
Seven: layla:
Eight: running on faith
Nine: walkin 'blues
Ten: alberta
Eleven: san francisco bay blues
Twelve: malted milk
Thirteen: old love
Fourteen: rollin '& tumblin'

The album in question is the 'MTV Unplugged "by Eric Clapton.
Now I describe the scene: I was putting strings on a 12-string Eko to use it tomorrow because there were those who were so rusted that mingled with the wooden handle, so it was time that I used. To do the job I started on the bench of the hobby room and suddenly I heard: that the uncontrollable desire to play since I've heard in a long time, perhaps because it was so long since I used to be able to play solo, without having to try to put songs or scout meetings. In short, I felt like the first few times, locked in my old room, I tried for hours "The song of the sun" until the tips were not seeking pity.

So I promised that I would come back down after dinner, I would have done to fix the 12 string and I spent some 'time in the company of a little' good music. This is something that I often did: I put on a CD and began playing on, to learn the rhythm, tempo changes, etc ... While

scroll through the list of CDs to choose the right one for this particular evening, here it comes up from the past, Unplugged by Eric Clapton. It 'was a sensation similar to that which occurs when an old closet turns out your old toy, or anything believed dead and buried. It 'was one of my most listened to cd ever.

And so I turned on the system, I did the first warm up a bit 'with a couple of songs by the Eagles, the downward time because the old AKAI amplifier and pre-amp for Technics go steady, and then I put finally turned on the CD and only a couple of lights suffuse. I picked up the guitar and press the Play button e. .. the rest was nothing short of exciting. Now do not expect some kind of musical performance is coming out, I'm rather suck at the guitar, but as there was no one besides me: Romina and Al were already asleep.

So I definitely enjoyed it! I indeed needed.

But it got me thinking: how can it be left that cd so much time to rest though until a few years ago I listened to at least one song a day? How can it be that beloved objects in a given period of our lives should be suddenly lost, forgotten, abandoned, only to emerge with such force, by accident.

The only thing I know is that I do not know how this thing is possible ... But it happens.

Ok, now I go to sleep because of the guitar and the use of computers, the fingertips are starting to hurt ... and this is a good sign!

'N @ no

Sore Gums, Tongue, And Throat

There is life in the blogosphere ...


Indeed it is appropriate to say. The last post was about a month ago, just got back from holiday. What happened after that day is sintatizzabile with one word: WORK!

It really is not just that. A number of things are happening quite complicated to tell, things that make you see the world from different points of view and is not intended as a rhetorical phrase thrown there by chance.

say that it is a time when I have "slightly" lost my cosmic positivism, due to the fact that everywhere I turn to hear about disasters (financial and otherwise). Well, I am at the stage where it begins to form in your mind all sorts of existential question ... seems to address a new phase of adolescence, and it all flows, without meaning to, what to do everyday work (a few good ideas and all confused), a little 'apathy at home, little desire to go on doing things that you did not see the 'to get started. Well ... I've got a bit 'of Scazzi!

Even worse comes FaceBook (I've always tried to stay away from these social network) that out of the blue extent of the ancient past me again. I do not know how I got (can not remember the day when I did the recording, for example) but now I am found to suffer from a number of people have been forgotten for years ... maybe because they know people who currently attend. The thing I hate most is Vanessa is see that there are people with 3000 "friends", post 7000, photo publications, participation to 70,000 petitions, surveys, and various cocks and that you have just a dozen poor, some posts due to errors in here and click the and inevitably you ask: "How come I can not seem to know so many people? are appropriate for a loser?". And all of a sudden you realize you have become the new serial killer at the time. Ok, maybe I have a little 'too much, but it is right for you to realize that social network social sti have nothing except the fact that they make you hate more the society you live (well, this is a typical pathology of a visitor socialnetwork average). I've heard stories of people who have been weeks before the PC screen that they could not find anything interesting to write about yourself!

To finish this strange post, I want to tell you what happened to me today after lunch, as usual I went with a group of colleagues on a tour of patrol in the supermarket near the office. In the toy department was a small wagon "500" radio-controlled toys to € 15. I immediately thought: "Wow, this certainly like to Ale ..." so I do not think about 2 times and buy it. Before you go home is a must test in the office (including the danger of cave by the boss) to verify the proper functioning of the toy. Arrival at home, do the stairs very slowly for a very nice surprise to the little guy. He sees the box and was immediately elated because he goes crazy for cars ... The drop, put the batteries, I do (he is small, yet can not control the vehicle with ease) a couple of stunts and I get distracted for a moment. In a split second it takes the 500 Ale brand new and thrown to the ground, exclaiming, "Bottooooo." It was the first real toy that his father was giving to my son.

I leave you to imagine the rest. I will try the same tomorrow to make do with another instead.

to recover from the shock, I saw the video:

Hello and the next.

'N @ no