Midnight strings and sore fingertips

Bought this acoustic guitar three weeks ago from some guy on campus for forty bucks and I’m pretty sure he saw me coming from a mile away. The thing’s probably older than I am and makes this weird buzzing sound on the G string, but whatever. I’m determined to learn at least five songs before summer’s over.

Midnight strings and sore fingertips

Started with “Wonderwall” because obviously that’s what every college kid with a guitar learns first, right? Turns out my fingers are basically made of jelly and forming a simple F chord feels like some kind of medieval torture. Carmen walked in earlier while I was struggling through the intro and just started laughing. Thanks for the support, roomie.

Chord charts everywhere and my fingertips are officially dead

Three hours later and I can almost make it through the first verse without completely butchering it. My fingertips look like I’ve been rock climbing for a week and my left hand is cramping, but there’s something weirdly addictive about finally nailing a chord change. Maybe by July I’ll be that person playing guitar on the quad. Or maybe I’ll give up and use this thing as the world’s most expensive bookend.