As a
pianist/
keyboardist, my ability to impress
chicks with my
ivory-tickling skills is seriously
hampered by a number of
contemporary realities:
As such, I have been forced to take up the guitar as a kind of
gateway instrument (see
gateway drug); it's a lot easier to lead a group to the piano
in the other room to play "
And So it Goes" (and maybe get the girls to sing a
Sarah McLachlan song in chorus) after I
butter them up with a
rousing rendition of "
I'll be", "
Closing Time", "
Crash into me" or some other easily
guitarable song that might appear on the
Dawson's Creek Soundtrack.
See also on the selection of musical instruments.
Of course, all this
presumes that I have time to go to parties where I can do any of this; my
indentured servant duties tend to interfere.