Saturday night I
made a rookie mistake. I cannot explain why. I am not a rookie.
After two years I know what makes C tick. I know the hot buttons. I
know how to avoid things like this.
Let's take you back.
C was watching a concert on television. Now, I actually enjoy
listening to this while I am reading. Now, we have an agreement.
Well, okay, not so much as an agreement, as I have trained Chris.
See, when we used to “watch concerts” together here was the
dialogue.
C- Oh wow, look at that
guitar.
Me- Uh huh.
C- You aren't looking.
Me- I did, it's a cool
guitar
Side note here,
Jamie knows shit about guitars... or wants to.
Two minutes later:
C- Look at how he does
that, J.
Me- uh huh
C- No really look, see
how he......*insert guitar player speak here*
This goes on, I shit
you not, for the entire concert. The first time... well, we were
still at the stage where I thought his little idiosyncrasies were
cute. Yeah, that one wore on my nerves pretty fucking fast. By the
second concert, about half way through I snapped, but then I came out
looking like the asshole. So the third concert as soon as he
started, one minute later I would say “Hey C listen to this” and
read something excited out of my text books. It took about 5 times,
every time he would interrupt me with insistence to look I would
follow it a minute later with reading aloud. Finally I think he
clued in.... Yeah, I give about as much about guitar playing as C
does about veterinary medicine.
So with all that
training you think I would be more careful. I made a comment on Joe
Walsh, and how I liked his style. I even compared him to C's hero
Clapton. Doh.... Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.... All day Sunday was
spent trying to teach me the key points to the guitarists, how they
differ, what their styles are, what they play......
Rookie mistake.
