It does the same kind of job as a cut capo, but is more flexible. When clamped to the fretboard, it has individual fingers that depress the strings you want.
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Over the years, I have learned to use my other fingers a little more, and have stretched my repertoire of patterns a bit. With the rediscovery of my old childhood guitar, which seems to lend itself to fingerpicking, I have been doing this a little more of late.
I initially squeezed past the guy on the aisle and sat in the middle seat opposite them, leaving them their legroom. But seeing there were more people boarding, I moved into the seat opposite Window Seat Guy. As I did, our legs touched, and he tutted and grudgingly moved, but not by much. He still insisted on stretching out, and we ended up with his legs in front of him, and mine either side.
On reflection, this was not a bad thing. I had a relaxing time in the cottage, going out for days (and getting my email fix in Starbucks or similar) and chilling out in the evening.
We weren’t made of money, so I was delighted when my grandad gave me an old second hand guitar he had picked up somewhere. It was a Gallotone 3/4 size, and well played when I got it – this was evidenced by the back of the neck being worn through the varnish. It was well beaten up, with marks all over it, so my dad took it and sanded down the front and back, giving it a good coat of varnish.
A couple of weeks ago, I was moving a heavy object, and it slipped out of my hand, down onto the keyboard. Thankfully, only one key was broken, but it was pretty thoroughly smashed.
I did open it up, to check everything was there, but then it sat in its box for over a month, because I was too busy to do anything with it.
Anyway, I have sorted through my “unfinished” folder, and posted up half a dozen sets of lyrics in various stages of completion.
I’ve been sitting on the news for a month, and fit to burst. Needless to say, I am thrilled to bits.