I still can't straighten my arm, but I can bend it well enough to finally practice the guitar again. Not sure if it's good for my arm-- or my neighbors-- or my self-esteem.
Hubby is happy to have me back in our little guitar club. To celebrate my return, we've decided to learn Marty Robbin's El Paso so we can play it as a duet.
Already we're arguing over the harmonies. For a guy, he has an annoying habit of wanting to hit the high notes. Not once have we ever made it through Don't Go Breakin' My Heart without him veering into the Kiki Dee part. It's just one of the many reasons why we'll never sing karaoke together in public. Well, that and the fact that we despise karaoke.
I love Mary Robbins. His songs are all so passive/aggressive. I'm always yelling to the love interests in his songs, "Get a restraining order!"
In this performance of El Paso, Robbins is either bored, drunk or bat-shit crazy. Although, hubby pointed out that Robbins kind of looks like Matthew McConaughey who also is either always bored, drunk or bat-shit crazy.
Regardless, it's a great song and one which, I am sure, we will thoroughly butcher.