The only problem I have with my partner going to see Yngwie Malmsteen do a guitar clinic in Ringwood ... you know, I never thought I'd say that phrase ever in my life. I mean, I guess it's some sort of a cultural cringey-type thing that I never really considered that it was possible that Yngwie Malmsteen could ever be in Ringwood, much less that he would ever want to. I don't know why really - I mean, he has to go somewhere, right?
I guess I just think that he may feel it's a little beneath him, doing anything in Ringwood, after being the big teenage prodigy 'n all. 'Cause a small inward snobby part of me feels that I am too above doing anything in Ringwood. Me, who used to live in Braybrook. Goodness me, wo' a duffer.
What was I saying? Yes, the only problem I have with Yngwie Malmsteen doing a clinic in Ringwood is that then I keep saying "Yngwie Malmsteen, Yngwie Malmsteen" over and over in my head. Happens every time.
INGVEY MALMSTEEN. INGVEY MALMSTEEN. INGVEY MALMSTEEN.
I probably should work with the brain instead of trying to fight it. Probably a good time to go and do some Yngwie Malmsteen mantra meditation.
Speaking of guitars, seeing there's about eleventy six of them lying around the house I thought I would like to begin to learn how to play one. And so I'd forgotten the "A" Anth taught me about a year or two ago. So he retaught me that, and taught me "D" as well, but I can't for the life of me remember either of them so Dr Google is going to have to help me by providing some guitar chord pages.
But sheesh - that guitar playin' hurts, man. Hurts me fingers. Puts big lines in 'em. And then Bryan Adams starts up in my head about playing till his fingers bled, ruining a perfectly fun and creative, if painful, experience.
In completely unrelated news, this, from Buzzfeed:
So beautiful I almost cannae stand it. Just like I cannae stop italicising this evening.
Time to go away and write one of the three essays I have on the go at once. Typical way of writing for an attention-challenged individual, I suppose but still ... weird.
Work with the mind, Susie, work with the mind.
Update: Oh! I've been saying it wrong, according to these lovely Swedish people. It's not so much INGVEY and it's INGVEE. And the way they say Malmsteen, I'm never gonna be able to get that level of inflection. I'm afraid the Yngwie Malmsteen Mantra is going to have to be of an Australian flavour. If you wish to partake of it with me, wherever you are in the world, please feel free ~ and you might want to make sure you're saying it properly.