by Ulysses » Tue Apr 24, 2012 4:37 pm
Dear Terrible Guitar Teachers Everywhere,
No, I don't want to just "feel" the music. I hired you to teach me how to understand how the music
works; to teach me the theory, the structure. I don't need to know how to play very fast using only my left index
finger. I can play faster and much more comfortably with all my fingers, thanks. Terrible Guitar Teacher
I often wonder how you can stomach sucking students into your useless lessons. Students that could have otherwise
succeeded, could otherwise have gone far beyond your level. I wonder how a person like yourself could believe
that they are a musical savant, a Hendrix, a Django of guitar when in reality, they are not all that exceptional.
Terrible Guitar Teachers, why do you get more girls than me? I console myself by remembering that the girls
you do get are exclusively idiots whose minds are rarely present and residing in their bodies. Why are you
respected more than me? Perhaps it is not that you're better or more knowledgeable but that you know the
art of persuasion; how to trick a person into believing that you are a god. Terrible Guitar Teachers, there is
one aspect to you all that I will never have to wonder about and that is why you are a teacher and not a
performing professional. It is because real musicians realize that you are indeed, as I have long suspected,
terrible.
-Yours with more than a healthy portion of spite,
Ulyss
P.S.: Terrible Guitar Teachers, why are you so expensive? o3o *frantically pawing through empty wallet*
WHY DID I WASTE MY FOOD MONEY ON YOU?! ;A;
Dear GF,
Where did you leave the TV remote? It's always gone! It's never me that looses the remote; you wake up
after I've left for class and you watch TV before heading to your classes. And you always leave the remote
in some dark desolate corner and it takes me an hour to find it every time. Please, please, please leave
the remote on a table by the TV set or even on the armchair. Because then, I will be able to find it.
Thank you dearest,
Ulyss

I keep six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Were and When
And How and Why and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
And after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small~
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys!
-Rudyard Kipling