sleepySometimes, maintaining your sanity comes at the cost of others'.
Tonight I bought a harmonica.
Damn. I honestly thought they'd be easier to play than they are. There's all this blowing and sucking and a bit of slobber. And as much as that sounds like a fun second date... All it's gotten me is a off-tune version of When The Saints Go Marching In and a cat that's not sure where that noise is coming from -- or why. So, for the time being, it seems that I'll have to settle for one or two sad jailhouse chords thrown together or a Blues Traveler download from iTunes if there is to be any good harmonica music in this house.
