HUUUUUURRRR DUUUUUR! I live in a dorm, and I have to open my door every time I wanna play guitar! That’s not diarrhea flowing down the halls, that’s talent. And, you MUST hear it!
I’m going to quit playing guitar, because it is obviously an instrument for WANKERS, and only for wankers. I’m an accordion player, starting as soon as I buy one, until the day I die. If you play guitar, I hate you. If you play accordion, I love you. Of course, I would never know if you did, because accordion players know how to play with the door SHUT!
To all you people who play stuff not to be heard, I call you musicians
When I was in college, I would play with my door closed. But there was this one guy, Guy, who would just get stoned to the gills and come stumbling down to my room looking for a Chord Bitch - basically, someone to play chord progressions endlessly so he could noodle his leads - which we would have to do with the door open of course. Since he knew some stuff that I did not, I would indulge him occasionally - but yeah, after 30 minutes of the same freaking progression, other dudes on the hall would stick their heads in and go “Guy - dude! - enough already!!” I sure as hell worked out my strum endurance…
Oh please. I’ve never heard of a girl falling for an accordion guy. The accordion god is Weird Al. Why would anybody play the damn thing if they weren’t motivated by a true passion for accordions?
I’m also willing to consider concertina players genuine.
I knew that once I started playing the guitar it would become uncool, but I had no idea it would happen so quickly. I play through a pocket amp and headphones. My landlord says he can’t even hear it. Somehow, the world just knows.
My guy is one of those noodley asses. Except if he ever asked me to play chords for him, the comfort of his balls would be forfeit.
“Wow, such jazzy noodles I hear dancing down the hall. Am I in some ally behind a smokey jazz club in Chicago?” No, I’m sitting in a fart cloud in the suburbs, clipping my toenails.
Ha! My next door neighbor in the dorms, many, many years ago was a music major who played the drums and had a full rig set up in his room. Usually he practiced quietly with rubber pads on the drum heads.
True story, I bought an accordion recently for a show, and apparently the ladies love it. I was accosted afterward by a bunch of women who couldn’t stop telling me how sexy it was.
OK, someone tell me a non-douchey instrument I can start playing. And it can’t be so undouchey that I would appear douchmental by caring too much . It must be cheapish or easily stolen.
