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!

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