Pedro, Pedro, You Came Undone

I have been receiving undue pressure for the past 2 months to get with the new year and go about the business of updating my blog – ah, what can you do with the fans, they will have their way…..

So, fans of mine, before I go on, reasons for my rather extended hiatus are as follows:
1) I have been sorely uninspired in 2007 so far – year of the pig indeed…
2) I do believe I have done the impossible and become even lazier….I really don’t have the energy to sit and type for longer than 5 minutes (no questions about how I manage to hang on to my job)
3) I’m bored – truly, utterly and horribly bored. My boredom generally tends to manifest itself in total inaction – Amoeba I have become

But excuses and reasons aside, I feel obliged to perform for my adoring fans – after all, where would I be without you:)

So, thought I would update you on the rockstar front. A miracle happened a couple of weeks ago, (yes, my rock stardom is part of God’s plan) my guitar teacher came to me with a rather unbelievable deal on a BEAUTIFUL Ibanez guitar. (Those of you who know KZN will know about Durbanites and deals!) So, managed to get my grubby hands on a new electric/acoustic guitar for less than half the retail price! (I have neglected to mention prices as I’ve noticed that this is seldom done in the media – they always seem to write the figures down on little conveniently available pieces of paper……..) Anyway, before I get derailed, point is, I am now the owner of a rather snazzy guitar, whom I have since named, Pedro (have no clue if Ibanez is Spanish, but have a thing about Spanish guitars….

So, I took Pedro home that wonderful Tuesday evening, and proceeded to fiddle, pull, pluck and strum for the next 2 hrs, and then the unthinkable happened………In all my excitement, I somehow, please don’t ask me how, I somehow managed to………snap a string………………………(a moment, while I relive the horror that cut through my heart……………………….

Day 1, Pedro, he-was-a-broken!!!! Oh woe, anguish, gnashing teeth – the self-hatred grew inside me at an alarming rate! How could I, how did I, I was unfit……..
Vimbai, great friend that she is wrote me a song to cheer me up:

For Star, to comfort her in her grief

Your new owner Star, brought you home from The Shop,
She got carried away & your string it went "pop"!
A day old and now they're talking repairs,
Know this dear Pedro, your mummy, Star, cares!

Chorus

Pedro, oh Pedro, you've come undone
Your mummy's so sorry, oh little one!
Pedro, oh Pedro, you've come undone
You may now be broken but you are "The One"

Touching as the ode was, it was little comfort for what I had done – I had broken Pedro.
I had to get him fixed!
Wednesday morning, forget work and that entire crock, I rushed Peds to the music shop to see if he could be restrung post haste. I’m sure the dude behind the counter pulled a very fast one on me, but in my blind desperation to see Peds renewed, I swiped that credit card with what was scarily very little thought. I had to leave my baby there the whole day – I am sure you can understand the nail-biting anguish that whole day was.

Come 5pm, I was out the office like a shot, and over to see if Peds was indeed going to be ok………………you can exhale............. he was fine:) Not quite factory-fit, but he no doubt was still singing! Ah, the relief and love surged through me – now I know how my mother felt each time I felt the need to fall out of trees and break something. (Here’s hoping she doesn’t read this and express her disgust at my comparing a mother’s love to my love for Peds)

So, it’s been nearly 3 weeks and counting, and Pedro and I are closer than ever – must say, whatever pain I caused when I broke him has been paid back ten-fold by his ruthless steel strings…….my fingers are now horribly unattractive, I am almost ashamed – BUT, not quite, for like I said before, the road to rock stardom is not lined with sunflowers and ferreros, it takes gruelling hard, body bruising work!