Comments on: Guitar Callouses http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/ Homesteading the Internet since 1995 Fri, 10 Sep 2010 04:19:12 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Muskblog » Blog Archive » The need to play guitar everyday http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/comment-page-1/#comment-9361 Muskblog » Blog Archive » The need to play guitar everyday Thu, 27 Mar 2008 05:07:47 +0000 http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/#comment-9361 [...] definitely regressed of late, my callouses are not as pronounced, but they are still there. If you go months or a year it must really hurt to [...] [...] definitely regressed of late, my callouses are not as pronounced, but they are still there. If you go months or a year it must really hurt to [...]

]]> By: Muskie http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/comment-page-1/#comment-7143 Muskie Sat, 23 Jun 2007 05:52:41 +0000 http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/#comment-7143 It doesn't matter how much I strum my guitar, <strong>I don't get better.</strong> <a href="http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/12/21/rhymes-with-scarred/" rel="nofollow">Why Mar?</a> It doesn’t matter how much I strum my guitar, I don’t get better.

Why Mar?

]]> By: Muskie http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/comment-page-1/#comment-10640 Muskie Sat, 23 Jun 2007 05:52:00 +0000 http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/#comment-10640 It doesn't matter how much I strum my guitar, <strong>I don't get better.</strong> <a href="http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/12/21/rhymes-with-scarred/" rel="nofollow">Why Mar?</a> It doesn’t matter how much I strum my guitar, I don’t get better.
Why Mar?

]]> By: Muskie http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/comment-page-1/#comment-1923 Muskie Sat, 13 Jan 2007 21:14:21 +0000 http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/#comment-1923 It doesn't matter how much I strum my guitar, or how many times I apologize, or say I don't understand, or that I want things to be better. They probably never will be. That is how some of <a href="http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/07/20/sauder-mba-classmates-3/" rel="nofollow">my Sauder MBA classmates</a> want it and the rest don't care or have grown tired of the sordidness of it all. Of course I'm tired, I'm the one with all the trouble sleeping. I don't know how much longer I can go on like this, all I gain is new hurt, new doubts to go with the ample share of both I already have. Back to trying to distract myself. It doesn’t matter how much I strum my guitar, or how many times I apologize, or say I don’t understand, or that I want things to be better.

They probably never will be.

That is how some of my Sauder MBA classmates want it and the rest don’t care or have grown tired of the sordidness of it all. Of course I’m tired, I’m the one with all the trouble sleeping.

I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this, all I gain is new hurt, new doubts to go with the ample share of both I already have.

Back to trying to distract myself.

]]> By: Muskie http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/comment-page-1/#comment-10639 Muskie Sat, 13 Jan 2007 21:14:00 +0000 http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/08/07/guitar-callouses/#comment-10639 It doesn't matter how much I strum my guitar, or how many times I apologize, or say I don't understand, or that I want things to be better. They probably never will be. That is how some of <a href="http://blog.muschamp.ca/2006/07/20/sauder-mba-classmates-3/" rel="nofollow">my Sauder MBA classmates</a> want it and the rest don't care or have grown tired of the sordidness of it all. Of course I'm tired, I'm the one with all the trouble sleeping. I don't know how much longer I can go on like this, all I gain is new hurt, new doubts to go with the ample share of both I already have. Back to trying to distract myself. It doesn’t matter how much I strum my guitar, or how many times I apologize, or say I don’t understand, or that I want things to be better.

They probably never will be.

That is how some of my Sauder MBA classmates want it and the rest don’t care or have grown tired of the sordidness of it all. Of course I’m tired, I’m the one with all the trouble sleeping.

I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this, all I gain is new hurt, new doubts to go with the ample share of both I already have.

Back to trying to distract myself.

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