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capeandcowllogs2011-12-11 07:33 pm
livesarock) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-12-11 07:33 pm
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not sure if i did the "dude, no stairway" joke yet or not
WHO: Tom Bronson, Zelgadis
WHERE: Guitar store
WHEN: 12/11 daytimey
WARNINGS: MUSICAL INACCURACY? I know maybe like three actual chords on a guitar
SUMMARY: make friends with similar interests, cured-boy
FORMAT: no
He sure picked the wrong season to get killed and ultimately ported back cured...Cold weather was hard to acclimate to when one hadn't had feeling skin for such a long time.
That explained the scarf, still wound around his neck, masking half his face much more out of necessity than self-consciousness. And the coat. And the reluctantly set-aside gloves, because really, how was he expected to do anything with a guitar when his fingers were covered so thickly? Even indoors was cold. Perhaps because it was a Sunday and business was lax; not enough warm bodies mulling about, even during the holiday.
He was stringing that guitar up on-site this time around; last time he tried on his own resulted in a bit of a mess. He was going to make sure he did it right this time, with witnesses – by his own hand nonetheless, regardless of what those on-commission employees suggested. He was going to have to do it himself every other time anyway.
The device he was given to help wind the strings was...marginally helpful, but only after finding a rhythm. The second he felt the string grow taut, however, was the second he yanked it right off the tuner and went to fixing the rest himself. The electronic tuner was left ignored on the bench space near him as he plucked repeatedly, tightening and loosening the string for the right sound he just wasn't hearing right away.
WHERE: Guitar store
WHEN: 12/11 daytimey
WARNINGS: MUSICAL INACCURACY? I know maybe like three actual chords on a guitar
SUMMARY: make friends with similar interests, cured-boy
FORMAT: no
He sure picked the wrong season to get killed and ultimately ported back cured...Cold weather was hard to acclimate to when one hadn't had feeling skin for such a long time.
That explained the scarf, still wound around his neck, masking half his face much more out of necessity than self-consciousness. And the coat. And the reluctantly set-aside gloves, because really, how was he expected to do anything with a guitar when his fingers were covered so thickly? Even indoors was cold. Perhaps because it was a Sunday and business was lax; not enough warm bodies mulling about, even during the holiday.
He was stringing that guitar up on-site this time around; last time he tried on his own resulted in a bit of a mess. He was going to make sure he did it right this time, with witnesses – by his own hand nonetheless, regardless of what those on-commission employees suggested. He was going to have to do it himself every other time anyway.
The device he was given to help wind the strings was...marginally helpful, but only after finding a rhythm. The second he felt the string grow taut, however, was the second he yanked it right off the tuner and went to fixing the rest himself. The electronic tuner was left ignored on the bench space near him as he plucked repeatedly, tightening and loosening the string for the right sound he just wasn't hearing right away.
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"It didn't split in half this time," he observed, sounding surprised. He'd been expecting it a little, given his previous stringing mistakes. But that just meant it was a new problem. He frowned, following the trail of the string as it remained wound up at the top of the neck.
"But I don't think this damn thing wants new strings..." He pulled the string winder off one of the knobs and glowered at it as if it were the problem. "Or I just don't know how to do it at all."