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after neglecting her for over four months I took "felicidad" (my western guitar) out of her case tonight. at the beginning of today's date she was quite "desafinado" but after a few minutes of tuning we started to have a nice session.

& it's amazing that my fingers (although they have lost the thick skin on the fingertips) still remember more or less what to do with the strings.

• look (ferrara buskers festival 2007)
• listen (last CD)

il sabato. il sole. il municipio. l'ultimo giorno.

la città. le donne. la musica. la pioggia.

the CDs are roasting, the web page is updated, the batteries for the {pre,mini}-amp are bought, the t-shirts are drying — this year's trip to ferrara is getting closer.

'broceliande' is not only the title of a fine piece for guitars but also the name of a french bus company.

we're sitting in the evening sun. chrisu's singing. klemi's harping. I'm smoking.

... I'm ready to go, I'm standing^Wsitting here ... & tomorrow we'll go to ferrara again, in order to take part in the ferrara buskers festival. — after having finished all my preparations I'm now really looking forward to re-visit the awesome city & to experience the highs (& lows, probably) of playing music in public.

stay tuned (sic!).

one of the guitar player's worst enemies: the order diptera. — WAAAAH!

sometimes I think the fingers have their own memory. though I haven't found out how it works (i.e. what they remember & what they forget).

btw: I'm talking about playing guitar (especially about rehearsing old songs) just in case you haven't noticed ;-)

today — after more than a week of absence from felicidad — I felt like the first-guitar-player-ever: so many strings, so many frets, so many fingers.