My acoustic guitar is lovely. I never play it, of course. My father (who is an avid guitarist) bought it for me when I was younger in the hope that I would someday be a better musician then he was.
I wasn’t. I am awful at guitar, to a stupid amount. It certainly looks very pretty leant up against my bookshelf though.
I am an acoustic guitar. I love to spiral out of controle with my bass tunes. Ahh yeah. I rock out any time i can. Pretty much. If you are the same way hit me up. Its mignight. Bored.
all i can say is that i prefer acoustic music over most music. i think that it’s simply an expression of whatever one would have to say in the most mild form. it’s beautiful. it’s easy. and it sounds incredible. although, most musicians don’t have the voice to even try to sing any of their songs in an acoustic form. but that’s okay. at least they can scream.
guitars, music, paramore has really good acoustic songs. I wish I could play the acoustic guitar, but I’m not musical. the word itself reminds me of the sound you hear from a shell on the beach. It reminds me of drumsticks too.
Give me a sound that seeps in secretly. A sacred sound. Wall-less, wave-less, birth-less, death-less. Give me your voice when it is choked with love, give me your words that are suffused with silence, give me your silence when it is bursting with joy…
I’m a sucker for acoustic music. There’s something about the notes, the way they hang in the air, terribly raw and exposed to everything. They’re vulnerable, fragile, and there’s really very few things to back it up. You put yourself out there, counting on the fact that people will love you for who you are. And maybe that’s why I fell in love with you- you and your acoustic guitar.
i love the sound of a guitar that doesnt feel aggressive. it feels like a heart. it feels like a soul. i want to be able to show myself like a musician. i want to live like that and feel
music that has no effects added to it. mostly just the singer and their guitar, violin, piano or other main instrument in the song that they’re singing. acoustic music is much different than the original version and it is calming, it most cases. most don’t like it.
acoustic coffeehouse. interesting the guys in pi kapp at ucla. little awkward. reluctant to converse even with performers like myself. the cup souvenir sits on my desk in front of a picture of puck. GLEE FTW. college kinda sucks sometimes. like today. sucky poo poo. pooooooooo.
sounds of the guitar, in a dim cafe, as the player sings a sad une, and he seems so lonely in the midst of all the laugh and chater, take me with you on your journey of love and heartbreak let me share with you. take me with you mr, music man.
The sounds of his acoustic guitar swam through her ears like ripples in a pool. It made the whole ordeal both easier and harder at the same time. Harder, in that every note tugged on her heart, but easier in that the music drowned out the pattering of her bare feet on the worn hardwood floor. He would never know she left…
the one night when you played for me
and sang
and i realized what was more important to you
and what was important to me
that it wasn’t you
and i knew i had to leave
i wasn’t ready to give you my heart
The acoustics at the latest concert I was at were exceptional. For a three piece band, they filled the room with rythms that could have made a trained pianist pee their pants.
The sounds of that acoustic guitar floated their way to my ears as my wonderful boyfriend played it for me. He was the best boyfriend I had ever had. I would think that he would be with me forever, us dancing to the kind of music he wrote for us. I wish he would love me like I love him.
guitar. i love acoustic music. it’s so calm and mellow. i love being calm and mellow. it makes me feel at peace with the world. i could just sit down with slade and listen to him play acoustic. i love music. music makes me feel better. music is how i escape all of my trouble. i wish that i could just listen to music all day and thin kabout nothing else. i wish i could do nothing for the rest of my life.
acoustic. memory is acoustic. short term memory remembers things as sound. so with short term memormy things like rhymes are hard to remember. i hate acoustic performances. deliberately stunting music. stupid.
Reading hemingway attempting to write in a similar style
The sound was loud and sharp and made a nice noise. The sound came from the box that was shaped in an odd way the acoustic guitar. It was brown and grey with silver strings and a big hole. It had a hole that was black and was where the sound had come from.
The acoustic strums of the guitar reverberated off the bare brick walls as Sav continued to play. Lili sat up straight at the melodies that emitted from the instrument, entranced by the notes that flowed so freely from his fingertips. Stiffly, she shifted in the beanbag, the room’s only existing piece of furniture, and listened intently, trying to carve every note into her mind.
But all too soon, it was over. The last of the chords were struck and let to fade on their own in the now quiet air. It was only then that Sav looked up at met Lili’s eyes. How she hated and loved when he looked at her like that. It was reeling, how so much euphoria and apprehension could arise from one single look.
“So yeah. Told you it was crap.” He smiled, leaning back to get his guitar case.
And of course, at once, Lili leaned forward from her beanbag and shook her head vigorously, “No, of course it’s not!! Sav, that was amazing – I loved it!”
At that, Sav did a double-take her way. He stared at her, as if trying to make sure whether or not she was joking. “Seriously? I was all over the place. The rhythm was off, and the key-”
“Sav.” Interrupted the girl again, “It. Rocked. Don’t ever sell yourself short with your talent. Okay?”
There was another pause, and eternity of silence and staring, before Sav wordlessly resumed placing the instrument back in its case. Three clicks echoed off the walls as he fastened it closed.
Why did the air get so… heavy all of a sudden?
“Lili.” He spoke as he took the handle and got to his feet. “There’s something I have to say… so hear me out.”
Lili hesitantly nodded, giving the okay. Part of her hoped like a lovestruck fool that it would be a confession of his love for her. However, as he opened his mouth, she slowly became aware that it was nothing of the sort.
… And what he had to say would forever change her world forever.
wouldn’t i just love to own an acoustic guitar! & of course learn how to play it. but i think i could manage it, i can manage anything. i’m that good. LOL.
The Ramones cover band pulled up their leather collars and adjusted the belt buckles on their tight torn blue jeans. They stood on the stage, tapping and picking through their sound check. Joey adjusted his shaggy wig and said to Johnny, “I’m worried about this venue. I’m not sure the acoustics will work best suit my vocals.”
Dee Dee broke in and said, “Don’t worry,” pointing at the sea of wheelchairs, walkers and oxygen tanks. “These people might have seen the actual Ramones at CBGBs back in the day, but this is Shady Grove Convalescent Facility.”
He smiled, baring his yellow, snaggled teeth. “I’ve got it all worked out with the amps. The feedback will blow out their hearing aids in the first ten seconds.”
The acoustic sound filled the room and they swayed; luckily the restaurant had gotten one of the best players around; The man strummed Starry Starry Night as they danced, happily, peacefully. Neither had felt much like eating, and their pricey, tasty, tiny portions of food had gone stale on their plates. Their boose was gone and they were alone in the restaurant, getting approving, happy glances from the man and many of the waiters.
sound music guitar campfire soothing melody plays into the night. the fire crackles at leo carillo state beach. I can’t wait for surfing in the morning. Ah, the morning. I’ll wake up at dawn and shake last nights beers with a sunrise walk to the tide pools.
Sarah likes to play acoustic guitar, I don’t think she’s ever tried using an electric guitar before. Acoustic sounds nice usually but I don’t know, depends on the song I guess. Wow, I am such a fence sitter sometimes ( okay, all the time ) DAMNIT.
well i am listening to Plain White T’s right now and its acoustic. so thats what im thinking about. i want a boyfriend who can play the guitar. Acoustic preferablly. ahh my sixty seconds is almost up. i like acoustic music. indie music as well.
It all started with a promise. A promise to a girl who would let me borrow her acoustic and learn from it, in exchange for a song. All I had to do was learn it. All I had to do was sing… not just with my voice, but with my fingertips as well. Turned out that learning how to play was harder than I ever imagined. My fingers were blind and deaf, and after every practice session they’d crack and bleed. Yet, the day after I would keep on trying. Failing chord after chord, I fought through the pain. I remember staying up all night, practicing in the dark, and a single tear would slide down my cheek as I realized that even though I was giving it my all, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t serenade her with her favorite songs… the ones that so elegantly play on the radio. I’m still trying, but maybe my all just isn’t enough.
the sound is warm, rich and woodlike. Like the sound of burds in a forest, it is natural and unperfect. It is round and tender, warm and smells of sunned trees.
The acoustics in the valley were amazing, inasmuch that no matter how loud Darling yelled, his voice never carried far over the thick tree canopies, or the trunks deep in moss and lichen. The ground squished underneath his bare feet with rotten leaves and soft grass.
My acoustic guitar is lovely. I never play it, of course. My father (who is an avid guitarist) bought it for me when I was younger in the hope that I would someday be a better musician then he was.
I wasn’t. I am awful at guitar, to a stupid amount. It certainly looks very pretty leant up against my bookshelf though.
die Musik bewegt die seele
guitar reverberation
music room in isfahan
as it should be
in my bones
I am an acoustic guitar. I love to spiral out of controle with my bass tunes. Ahh yeah. I rock out any time i can. Pretty much. If you are the same way hit me up. Its mignight. Bored.
all i can say is that i prefer acoustic music over most music. i think that it’s simply an expression of whatever one would have to say in the most mild form. it’s beautiful. it’s easy. and it sounds incredible. although, most musicians don’t have the voice to even try to sing any of their songs in an acoustic form. but that’s okay. at least they can scream.
guitars, music, paramore has really good acoustic songs. I wish I could play the acoustic guitar, but I’m not musical. the word itself reminds me of the sound you hear from a shell on the beach. It reminds me of drumsticks too.
best most honest music there is. makes me want to sit in a coffee house with friends.
I haven’t in a long time.
Acoustic guitar really turns me on, it’s best combined with a banjo and violin. Folk as fuck.
Listening to acoustic music calms my racing mind, gives me a steady rhythm. It is my secret weapon for conquering this English Portfolio.
Give me a sound that seeps in secretly. A sacred sound. Wall-less, wave-less, birth-less, death-less. Give me your voice when it is choked with love, give me your words that are suffused with silence, give me your silence when it is bursting with joy…
I’m a sucker for acoustic music. There’s something about the notes, the way they hang in the air, terribly raw and exposed to everything. They’re vulnerable, fragile, and there’s really very few things to back it up. You put yourself out there, counting on the fact that people will love you for who you are. And maybe that’s why I fell in love with you- you and your acoustic guitar.
i love the sound of a guitar that doesnt feel aggressive. it feels like a heart. it feels like a soul. i want to be able to show myself like a musician. i want to live like that and feel
music that has no effects added to it. mostly just the singer and their guitar, violin, piano or other main instrument in the song that they’re singing. acoustic music is much different than the original version and it is calming, it most cases. most don’t like it.
acoustic coffeehouse. interesting the guys in pi kapp at ucla. little awkward. reluctant to converse even with performers like myself. the cup souvenir sits on my desk in front of a picture of puck. GLEE FTW. college kinda sucks sometimes. like today. sucky poo poo. pooooooooo.
the time and sound and space of all things along a small, vibrating wire.
my acoustic love,
bare bones
rough skin
bird chirp
guttural whoop
sounds of the guitar, in a dim cafe, as the player sings a sad une, and he seems so lonely in the midst of all the laugh and chater, take me with you on your journey of love and heartbreak let me share with you. take me with you mr, music man.
The sounds of his acoustic guitar swam through her ears like ripples in a pool. It made the whole ordeal both easier and harder at the same time. Harder, in that every note tugged on her heart, but easier in that the music drowned out the pattering of her bare feet on the worn hardwood floor. He would never know she left…
My neighbor lady is very dominating…poor husband! … hail the acoustic of my building
the one night when you played for me
and sang
and i realized what was more important to you
and what was important to me
that it wasn’t you
and i knew i had to leave
i wasn’t ready to give you my heart
so i will need to find somebody
else.
java. guitar. singing. camp, acoustic guitar coffehouse nights
light music
covers for songs
The acoustics at the latest concert I was at were exceptional. For a three piece band, they filled the room with rythms that could have made a trained pianist pee their pants.
guitars make beautiful music. they come in all shapes and sizes. honest and pure sound. the beginning. the end.
The sounds of that acoustic guitar floated their way to my ears as my wonderful boyfriend played it for me. He was the best boyfriend I had ever had. I would think that he would be with me forever, us dancing to the kind of music he wrote for us. I wish he would love me like I love him.
As I wonderes between the store i found her, THE most beautiful acoustic guitar yet to be seen. Cost = 5000 dollars. FUCK
guitar. i love acoustic music. it’s so calm and mellow. i love being calm and mellow. it makes me feel at peace with the world. i could just sit down with slade and listen to him play acoustic. i love music. music makes me feel better. music is how i escape all of my trouble. i wish that i could just listen to music all day and thin kabout nothing else. i wish i could do nothing for the rest of my life.
acoustic. memory is acoustic. short term memory remembers things as sound. so with short term memormy things like rhymes are hard to remember. i hate acoustic performances. deliberately stunting music. stupid.
a type of music that was being played with guitar, it’s like a live song.. you sing while someone played a guitar..thats acoustic..
Reading hemingway attempting to write in a similar style
The sound was loud and sharp and made a nice noise. The sound came from the box that was shaped in an odd way the acoustic guitar. It was brown and grey with silver strings and a big hole. It had a hole that was black and was where the sound had come from.
The acoustic strums of the guitar reverberated off the bare brick walls as Sav continued to play. Lili sat up straight at the melodies that emitted from the instrument, entranced by the notes that flowed so freely from his fingertips. Stiffly, she shifted in the beanbag, the room’s only existing piece of furniture, and listened intently, trying to carve every note into her mind.
But all too soon, it was over. The last of the chords were struck and let to fade on their own in the now quiet air. It was only then that Sav looked up at met Lili’s eyes. How she hated and loved when he looked at her like that. It was reeling, how so much euphoria and apprehension could arise from one single look.
“So yeah. Told you it was crap.” He smiled, leaning back to get his guitar case.
And of course, at once, Lili leaned forward from her beanbag and shook her head vigorously, “No, of course it’s not!! Sav, that was amazing – I loved it!”
At that, Sav did a double-take her way. He stared at her, as if trying to make sure whether or not she was joking. “Seriously? I was all over the place. The rhythm was off, and the key-”
“Sav.” Interrupted the girl again, “It. Rocked. Don’t ever sell yourself short with your talent. Okay?”
There was another pause, and eternity of silence and staring, before Sav wordlessly resumed placing the instrument back in its case. Three clicks echoed off the walls as he fastened it closed.
Why did the air get so… heavy all of a sudden?
“Lili.” He spoke as he took the handle and got to his feet. “There’s something I have to say… so hear me out.”
Lili hesitantly nodded, giving the okay. Part of her hoped like a lovestruck fool that it would be a confession of his love for her. However, as he opened his mouth, she slowly became aware that it was nothing of the sort.
… And what he had to say would forever change her world forever.
wouldn’t i just love to own an acoustic guitar! & of course learn how to play it. but i think i could manage it, i can manage anything. i’m that good. LOL.
The Ramones cover band pulled up their leather collars and adjusted the belt buckles on their tight torn blue jeans. They stood on the stage, tapping and picking through their sound check. Joey adjusted his shaggy wig and said to Johnny, “I’m worried about this venue. I’m not sure the acoustics will work best suit my vocals.”
Dee Dee broke in and said, “Don’t worry,” pointing at the sea of wheelchairs, walkers and oxygen tanks. “These people might have seen the actual Ramones at CBGBs back in the day, but this is Shady Grove Convalescent Facility.”
He smiled, baring his yellow, snaggled teeth. “I’ve got it all worked out with the amps. The feedback will blow out their hearing aids in the first ten seconds.”
The acoustic sound filled the room and they swayed; luckily the restaurant had gotten one of the best players around; The man strummed Starry Starry Night as they danced, happily, peacefully. Neither had felt much like eating, and their pricey, tasty, tiny portions of food had gone stale on their plates. Their boose was gone and they were alone in the restaurant, getting approving, happy glances from the man and many of the waiters.
sound music guitar campfire soothing melody plays into the night. the fire crackles at leo carillo state beach. I can’t wait for surfing in the morning. Ah, the morning. I’ll wake up at dawn and shake last nights beers with a sunrise walk to the tide pools.
Sarah likes to play acoustic guitar, I don’t think she’s ever tried using an electric guitar before. Acoustic sounds nice usually but I don’t know, depends on the song I guess. Wow, I am such a fence sitter sometimes ( okay, all the time ) DAMNIT.
well i am listening to Plain White T’s right now and its acoustic. so thats what im thinking about. i want a boyfriend who can play the guitar. Acoustic preferablly. ahh my sixty seconds is almost up. i like acoustic music. indie music as well.
It all started with a promise. A promise to a girl who would let me borrow her acoustic and learn from it, in exchange for a song. All I had to do was learn it. All I had to do was sing… not just with my voice, but with my fingertips as well. Turned out that learning how to play was harder than I ever imagined. My fingers were blind and deaf, and after every practice session they’d crack and bleed. Yet, the day after I would keep on trying. Failing chord after chord, I fought through the pain. I remember staying up all night, practicing in the dark, and a single tear would slide down my cheek as I realized that even though I was giving it my all, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t serenade her with her favorite songs… the ones that so elegantly play on the radio. I’m still trying, but maybe my all just isn’t enough.
the sound is warm, rich and woodlike. Like the sound of burds in a forest, it is natural and unperfect. It is round and tender, warm and smells of sunned trees.
The acoustics in the valley were amazing, inasmuch that no matter how loud Darling yelled, his voice never carried far over the thick tree canopies, or the trunks deep in moss and lichen. The ground squished underneath his bare feet with rotten leaves and soft grass.
i think about vidoes on youtube, music, beautiful voice, real, guitar, isntruments and people singing for interests, talent, gaga, lady gaga