The Missing 'G'
Saturday, May 06, 2006
The Missing 'G'
Caught in the midst of a guitar retuning frenzy on this strange,bright yellow Saturday afternoon,i tried my hands on every possible songs i know that requires the guitar to be retuned to an awkward combination of tones.I was never fond of retuning guitars,fearing the snapping of the strings especially the songs that need the notes to be tuned up.Also,the fact that retuning strings all the time decreases the flexibility of the strings,wasnt something i was very fond of indeed.
However,due to "Yellow" and "Iris",songs turning out absolutely beautiful after retuning,made me want to go for the extra mile,that extra step ahead.I tried my hands on "Name" this afternoon,and just as i was about to tune G up to an A(which is not a very big jump anyway),the G string snapped at the top and like a whip,the metal string came slashing towards my face like a tight slap.
It left a red streak across my left cheek,and for a moment it was burning like a match across my skin.But it was fine,after a few seconds of blindness in my eyes.The guitar now sits on my room's sofa,just as usual,with the G string twisted in a strange way,unique of it's own as to the rest of the strings.It's a bloody eye sore,in my opinion,to see a guitar without the full set of strings.It might be a sort of mental disorder,the sight of a guitar without proper string-ing(I wonder if such a word exists).It reminded me,at that moment,like a slap of senses."Come back to your senses,dear boy" it seemed to have said,the way the string made that snapping sound as it camp surging towards my face.
Was it,in a way,implying anything.It might be a sort of paranoia,perhaps i am reading too much.But then again,why see everything as it is,the mundane everyday activity as...well,mundane everyday activities?I dont know,the sight of the strings reminded me of myself,the way things are screwed up the way it is.It's not that i dont have a set of new strings to replace,but the sight of the guitar before the strings are actually replaced.
Im not sure if this gap in the life of mine,this broken string,has a replacement in the first place.I mean,when you dont know what is amiss,what is missing,how do you find that piece of the puzzle to fill it up?It doesnt add up,no it doesnt.
So,lesson #432,to all guitarists out there,or inspired guitarists out there,dont even try to tune strings up a notch if you think your strings are not capable of doing so.ESPECIALLY,not the G string,because for some reason even in standard tuning the tension of it is already very tight.Hmm,i shouldve known that,stupid me.
Oh Josephine,when will you be complete,and make me whole again?
Caught in the midst of a guitar retuning frenzy on this strange,bright yellow Saturday afternoon,i tried my hands on every possible songs i know that requires the guitar to be retuned to an awkward combination of tones.I was never fond of retuning guitars,fearing the snapping of the strings especially the songs that need the notes to be tuned up.Also,the fact that retuning strings all the time decreases the flexibility of the strings,wasnt something i was very fond of indeed.
However,due to "Yellow" and "Iris",songs turning out absolutely beautiful after retuning,made me want to go for the extra mile,that extra step ahead.I tried my hands on "Name" this afternoon,and just as i was about to tune G up to an A(which is not a very big jump anyway),the G string snapped at the top and like a whip,the metal string came slashing towards my face like a tight slap.
It left a red streak across my left cheek,and for a moment it was burning like a match across my skin.But it was fine,after a few seconds of blindness in my eyes.The guitar now sits on my room's sofa,just as usual,with the G string twisted in a strange way,unique of it's own as to the rest of the strings.It's a bloody eye sore,in my opinion,to see a guitar without the full set of strings.It might be a sort of mental disorder,the sight of a guitar without proper string-ing(I wonder if such a word exists).It reminded me,at that moment,like a slap of senses."Come back to your senses,dear boy" it seemed to have said,the way the string made that snapping sound as it camp surging towards my face.
Was it,in a way,implying anything.It might be a sort of paranoia,perhaps i am reading too much.But then again,why see everything as it is,the mundane everyday activity as...well,mundane everyday activities?I dont know,the sight of the strings reminded me of myself,the way things are screwed up the way it is.It's not that i dont have a set of new strings to replace,but the sight of the guitar before the strings are actually replaced.
Im not sure if this gap in the life of mine,this broken string,has a replacement in the first place.I mean,when you dont know what is amiss,what is missing,how do you find that piece of the puzzle to fill it up?It doesnt add up,no it doesnt.
So,lesson #432,to all guitarists out there,or inspired guitarists out there,dont even try to tune strings up a notch if you think your strings are not capable of doing so.ESPECIALLY,not the G string,because for some reason even in standard tuning the tension of it is already very tight.Hmm,i shouldve known that,stupid me.
Oh Josephine,when will you be complete,and make me whole again?
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