An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

A year ago I looked at a mess of music and said "I'll never be able to do this." Chords, arpeggios, flourishes tablature?! A whole new way of thinking a whole new way of moving fingers along the strings muscle memory practice scales over and over and over. Why do we have to do this?! Repetition, while there is music to be played! Tunes to be learned melodies to be shared! But slowly but surely my body knew where to go my ear knew what to hear and it all came together in a glorious symphony. And my soul was in awe.

Vibrating strings in courses of two waves of notes gently travel through the wood Arpeggios, scales single notes, trills vibratos and double stops techniques pay off in the end. There are many ways to read the language of composers gone by and talents to come. Sweet melodies hover in the air ringing in the heart and mind long after they fade away.

A perfect Octave 8 notes. Circle of Fifths 5 notes. Circle of Fourths 4 notes. But counterclockwise. Chromatic Scale 12 tones Pentatonic Scale 5 tones Heptatonic Scale 7 tones But all in harmony. Chords on frets 6 strings different on each 8 strings fingers hesitate 4 strings which one goes where? We all play solo somehow it all fits duet though the page is static trio the music is forever.