Love Bug Guitar Notes : Beginner Lead Guitar.
Love Bug Guitar Notes
- A stringed musical instrument with a fretted fingerboard, typically incurved sides, and six or twelve strings, played by plucking or strumming with the fingers or a plectrum
- (guitarist) a musician who plays the guitar
- The guitar is a plucked string instrument, usually played with fingers or a pick. The guitar consists of a body with a rigid neck to which the strings, generally six in number but sometimes more, are attached.
- a stringed instrument usually having six strings; played by strumming or plucking
- (note) a short personal letter; "drop me a line when you get there"
- A short informal letter or written message
- (note) a brief written record; "he made a note of the appointment"
- (note) make mention of; "She observed that his presentation took up too much time"; "They noted that it was a fine day to go sailing"
- A brief record of facts, topics, or thoughts, written down as an aid to memory
- A short comment on or explanation of a word or passage in a book or article; an annotation
- have a great affection or liking for; "I love French food"; "She loves her boss and works hard for him"
- Feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone)
- Like very much; find pleasure in
- any object of warm affection or devotion; "the theater was her first love"; "he has a passion for cock fighting";
- a strong positive emotion of regard and affection; "his love for his work"; "children need a lot of love"
- Record or monitor (a conversation) in this way
- tease: annoy persistently; "The children teased the boy because of his stammer"
- Conceal a miniature microphone in (a room or telephone) in order to monitor or record someone's conversations
- general term for any insect or similar creeping or crawling invertebrate
- a fault or defect in a computer program, system, or machine
- Annoy or bother (someone)
33.365 stop me, #194 in explore !
"i would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things, bold enough to sing, when all they know is darkness. these words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her. Renee is 19. when i meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. she hasn't slept in 36 hours, and she won't for another 24. it is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills, and alcohol. she has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. we ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. she says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. it is too great a change. we pray and say goodbye, and it is hard to leave without her. she has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. she has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. six hours after i meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. everyone is asleep. the sun is rising. she drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table, and locks herself in the bathroom. she cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm. the nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. the center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. for the next five days, she is ours to love. we become her hospital, and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. it is unspoken, and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive, to meet her needs, to write love on her arms. she is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death, than anyone i've known, like a Johnny Cash song, or some theatre star. she owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble, and quiet , and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. i sit, privileged, but breaking as she shares. her life has been so dark, yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, i watch the prettiest girls in the room, tell her that she's beautiful. i think it's God reminding her. i've never walked this road, but i decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. it is going to be rock and roll. we start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks, and way too many cigarettes. thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. they are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. she loves them, and she smiles when i point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show. she is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan, with every Dwight Howard dunk. on the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz, and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies. on Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town, and i'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. she stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. it is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide, above the stage. it feels like healing. it is certainly hope. sunday night is church, and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. some are strangers, but all are friends tonight. the prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. we're talking to God, but i think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. one among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired. after church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. everyone has some gift for her, some note, or hug, or piece of encouragement. she pulls me aside, and tells me she would like to give me something. i smile, surprised, wondering what it could be. we walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff. she hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm, and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. she's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night, and she shouldn't have it. i hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. it hits me to wonder, if this great feeling is what Christ knows, when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life. as we arrive at the trea
266. Learn to make balloon animals
The 26th! My 18th birthday! Ok so we woke up and went to pick up Shyanne and Kiara who I only got to see cause it was my birthday but it was a wonderful birthday gift. Rosey had a million things to tell me and was talking even better than the last time I had saw her. Shys hair had changed and she always had a million things to tell me about. We went to iHop for lunch and had a great time. There was a girl walking around making balloon animals for donation. She made Kiara a giraffe, me a pink lady bug bracelet, Shy a blue lady bug bracelet, and Ryan a awesome jesters hat. I gave her $20 cause what can I say, Im a sucker for the word donation, and my birthday did need balloons! So after a bit of getting to see my lovely girls we took them back and headed back to Cove, picking up Bryan on the way. I got ready, it was really hot like in the 90s! so I wore a tank top and a skirt! Perfect birthday weather! Well Ryan, Bryan, and I headed to Austin. We talked about the zombie invasion and listened to music lol. Arent we cool? I think so :) Where we parked was right next to the first of 3 guitar statues we found, so thats ofcourse where we started. We walked up and down streets, took a few pictures, and met probably the coolest homeless guy ever. His name was Piper Im pretty sure, he stopped and talked to us for a bit before asking for some money, which I can respect, but I totally would be this guys friend lol. We stopped at a coffee shop. I got a really yummy white chocolate raspberry cookie that had apparently hitch hiked here from Flordia lol and Ryan and Bryan got p... p somethings... they were like fancy grilled cheese lol. We sat in those amazingly comfy chairs for a bit then continued our walk, but it was shortly after that that we took post under the bridge. See we were totally going to watch the bats lol. We played with fish for a bit, and by that I mean the guys spit at them lol. I took a few more photos, listened to music, sat on a wobbly railing, and waited for it to get dark. We saw the first few bats fly but we were on the wrong side so we went to see if we could go on top of the bridge but it was packed! So we just went over to this little um I forget what its called, it starts with a g lol. We listened to music there for a bit until Angie called. We met up with Angie and Justin and went to Olive Garden, like I do every birthday. It was fun lol. We laughed and ate and made fun of my boyfriend lol. It was good. I got white chocolate raspberry cheesecake (apparently I like white chocolate raspberry lol) with a candle in it :) The waitress, who was pretty entertaining, sang with them. I blew out the candle and almost gave the waitress a heart attack! lol I always lick the bottom of the candle when I take it out and right as I was going to pick it out of the cake Ryan says that its and edible candle, I pop it in my mouth and the waitress's face is pure horror lol she didnt want to get sued lol it was funny! After that Bryan went back with Angie and Justin and Ryan and I went back to his house. I was beat so I went to sleep, he played a bit of Dragon Age but dont worry folks the birthday girl said it was ok lol. My package from my mama was at Ryans when we got there :) I got some cool stuff, including a knife that has a bottle opener that looks like a fish! Overall it was a great day! Im a bit bummed that Chiara couldnt come because of work but we can get together another day, Im sure she will be there when I get my tattoo. I had a blast tho, and spent it was some really great people. Ryan only let me pay for the balloons and parking because I had cash and he didnt. But he spent WAY too much money, but it was so sweet of him to do. So thank you my love for being so wonderful and making my 18th incredibly special and something that Ill never forget, your amazing and Im so lucky to have you and Im so happy that I got to share my 18th with you. I wouldnt have spent it any other way, it really was perfect. Thank all of you for the birthday wishes, I got sooo many texts and wall posts. A lot of those texts I had no clue who they were from but they were all very much appreciated lol. Woo hoo finally being 18! Now what?? Sticky note. This girl could make some awesome stuff and watching her made me decide that I must learn! How cool would that be?? :D