Sunday, January 28, 2007

What On Earth Does He See In Me...?

The Husband and I have both been practising very hard since Christmas. I can now play 'Take Me Out' (level: HARD!) on Guitar Hero. I rock! He, meanwhile, can play his Grade 5 cello pieces beautifully. He is sophisticated and talented. He loves me anyway.

12 comments:

Caroline said...

I'm buying it for Easter for the children(?).
You rock Ms M! Totally.

x

Ms Melancholy said...

Oh, you will totally love it! We could have cyber sessions! I want to take my Grade 5 Guitar Hero but no-one has yet had the foresight to set up the exam process. And the children don't get near it. They complain, but I lock them in their bedroom with some marshmallows for their tea whilst I rock away. They should be grateful they have such a hip mum.

Caroline said...

We should get together. I can do singstar and you can rock with your guitar.

I do believe that was are *the* coolest mums in blogworld!

x

Ms Melancholy said...

Could you tell my son? He has got to the 'mum, you're embarrassing me' stage with very little provocation. I don't think that pogoing around the kitchen for him and a friend is in the least bit embarrassing. My mother used to walk around in her underwear, for god's sake! Kids! They don't know they're born. In my day.....etc etc.

Holly Finch said...

thanks for passing by my blog & for your words of support (which were not taken as a lecture in the slightest!).

Anonymous said...

I do love your blog.

I just felt like saying that. I should read it more often.

Ms Melancholy said...

Thank you Clare, you are very sweet. At risk of starting a love-fest, I have just finished the Dying of Delight which I enjoyed enormously. I may have to write a post on it. A great first novel and you should be very chuffed with yourself!

The Periodic Englishman said...

Oh man. I've read this (indecently short) post a number of times now, without ever clicking on the link. I really just thought you were learning guitar and your husband was playing the cello. I thought the link would take me to a clip of...help us, Lord, rock music or some such nonsense - which is why I didn't click it.

But it's worse than that, isn't it Melancholy? Much much worse. I am absolutely stumped as to why I find the notion of you doing these things so appealing. What a weird world.

I still think your husband has the right idea, though. A cello, played well, can fill the heart with a beautiful pain. Tell him to keep at it. You also might want to tell him to save you from yourself every once in a while. Guitar Hero? Really? Madness.

Kind regards etc

Political Umpire said...

I haven't clicked the link, not sure I will now. But if the hubbie's good on classical strings and you on the guitar, I've only one thing to say to you:

Led Zepplin.

Got me through my teenage years. It might just help you.

Ms Melancholy said...

Mr PE - you are right, as usual. I need saving from myself. I am normally sophisticated and erudite but....who was it who said 'if I contradict myself, then I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes'? I contain multitudes. And some of them are to be deeply ashamed of. The really, really sad thing is that I actually do play the guitar and the piano - but at the moment I prefer Guitar Hero. How sad is that? I do love it when hubby plays the cello, though. It is a very melancholic instrument, I think...

Mr PU - guitar hero is a PS2 game, so now you don't need to click the link cos I've spoiled it. It is a truly fabulous game and if you used to like Led Zep then you will love it. I promise you. (Or maybe you are not sad like me.)

Caroline said...

Oh my goodness.

Being sophisticated and erudite all the time must be such a strain.
Why is it sad to enjoy Guitar Hero over actual playing of the piano and guitar? I am frightened Ms M. I fear that you may become too sophisticated.

Go rock. Please. Or failing that, try some Victorian literature.

Ms Melancholy said...

I think you may have guessed, Lovely Caroline, that I am neither sophisticated nor erudite. Even the 'multiple selves' school of pscyhology can't account for such extremes of being. I am interested that you prescribe for me Victorian literature... One of my favourite books is Wuthering Heights - does that count? (You see, if I was erudite I would know that already!)