Unable to sleep as Monday approaches, the weight of last week’s unfinished business pushing up against the imaginary wall that separates one week from the next like rising water against a dam. Why are Sunday nights always like this? The only night I consistently have trouble sleeping.
So I teach myself some Son Volt songs by using the Online Guitar Archive, a resource that has changed the lives of bedroom guitarists everywhere. And then I improvise a song I’ll call “The Insomniac Waltz.” Am and G for the verses. C, Em, and D for the chorus.
Tomorrow night at 7:00 is my first official lesson. And yes, the first song I ever learned was, in fact, “Stairway to Heaven” back in 1981 or 1982.
On the other side of my life, in one class tomorrow we’ll be discussing late medieval mystery plays, and in the other we continue our discussion of Samuel Richardson’s Pamela (1740).