October 27, 2012

New Life

Finally things started happening.
I'm just in the  room, playing LBP2. Sudently, mom opens the door, and says:" You've got an interview with a music teatcher in 2 hours." Obvious awnser: "WHAAAAT?" I've always said "I am a 'right now' man" but i was kinda choked knowing that I would have to talk with this musician guy about music lessons so early.

The guy was so COOL. He was "Saboya Jr." He 's a guy with 2 meters, long gray hair, glasses, facial hair, a little "hip" style. he has 20 years of training in music, and knows how to play guitar, bass, piano, drums and eletric guitar. He's a cool guy, he is understanding, nice, funny, and has a very good teaching method.  It's cool, because he is all like, "i know the exercises are boring, so, we can stop the training a little bit to try to play a music you like, what kind of music do you like? Rock? Hard Rock?"

Birthday!

Day 26 it was my birthday. we went to the center of  Rio, buy mah BASS. there were like 15 music stores, there. the first 2 were pretty big, but didn't have, a SINGLE bass for lefties. the 3rd one had 1 model. An super awsome model. A red wood style. SUPER COOL BASS OF DOOM. Yeah, I'm kinda~ happy. 

After that, we went to a restaurant. smelled like bathroom, but the food was good. My birthday cake was 2 peices of cake, one lemon cake, and one chocolate cake. The candles were 2 lighters. But it was great to be with the family.

Today...

Rodrigo kind of envied my joy. Who wouldn't? Poor guy, he plays guitar, but eants to play eletric guitar. Saboya is teaching him to play eletric guitar, instead of the classy one, but he doesn't have one. wait... He Does.
Today we went to the shoping with Saboya, Rodrigo wanted to buy the eletric guitar, and Saboya was going to buy a new one for his son, so we went with him.
The guys in the store were Saboya's friends, and they were cool guys. Rodrigo bought his guitar, and Saboya bought an awsome japanese super guitar,

 

So, here we are. New instruments, Rockin on.

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