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Friday, November 12, 2004

I've got three book reviews to write this month, so Biblioblog posts will probably be even more sporadic than usual for the next few weeks. A few tidbits in the meantime:

I applied for a job at my alma mater. Wish me luck, although I'm trying not to get my hopes up only to have them frustrated. The university is on a pretty campus in a medium-sized town within reasonable driving distance of two metropolitan areas.

Guitar lessons are coming along. My tutor is a fellow approximately my age who was a grad student in classical guitar at Texas Tech until a mysterious wrist ailment forced him to quit. He's not an expert in jazz but he knows more about it than I do, and also teaches me techniques which are applicable to guitar playing in general. I'm making simple solo arrangements of Thelonious Monk ballads with the help of a fake book. I thought I knew my chords but Monk's abstruse harmonies occasionally present an unfamiliar one (e.g. Bb7b9#11, which I fudge as [6x645x]). Good stuff. I'll probably buy a new guitar in Dallas over Thanksgiving.

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Blogger Kate said...

Carlos, I'll pray for you regarding the Job.

2:34 PM  
Blogger Carlos said...

Thanks, I could use it.

1:26 AM  
Anonymous UGLJVBEJ said...

how read guitar sheet music.

how read guitar sheet music is as straight forward as knowing the first and second names six friends.

8:30 PM  

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