It was a nice and easy day. I was lucky enough to have survived bangalore as a bad guitarist. a really bad one who prolly should not even associate the word guitarist with himself. But i use it for claritys sake.
So . Now was my turn to get to Minnesota with me and my guitar in one piece. My roomate had agreed to let me "unconditionally" play guitar/music whenever i wanted. i felt lucky.
Things arent as they were planned. He doesnt like loud music .Just like my dad. I am not pissed off at either of them. I dint have a choice with my dad. He dint like it , and of corz , he has every right to ask me to shut up too . Well , what about my roomate ? I am not sure. Hes a hypocrite for sure. I give him the advantage of "desperation in bad times" to have agreed to all my conditions, since he prolly had no one else to roomie up with. Thats not gonna stop me from whining. I hate this . Its like being imprisoned.
Studio for cheap anyone ?
So . Now was my turn to get to Minnesota with me and my guitar in one piece. My roomate had agreed to let me "unconditionally" play guitar/music whenever i wanted. i felt lucky.
Things arent as they were planned. He doesnt like loud music .Just like my dad. I am not pissed off at either of them. I dint have a choice with my dad. He dint like it , and of corz , he has every right to ask me to shut up too . Well , what about my roomate ? I am not sure. Hes a hypocrite for sure. I give him the advantage of "desperation in bad times" to have agreed to all my conditions, since he prolly had no one else to roomie up with. Thats not gonna stop me from whining. I hate this . Its like being imprisoned.
Studio for cheap anyone ?
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