Izzie Mensforth (
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dramadramaduck2012-05-13 01:51 pm
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[re-routed from a guitar discussion board by the community]
Hi. I'm new to this forum, but the bloggers at musicpro.com said this was a good place to ask for recommendations for music books and stuff. I'm eleven and I've been playing for three years, but I just teach myself. Usually I make up my own songs or figure chords out on my own, but if anyone knows about any good songbooks that I could use for practice, that'd be cool.
Thanks.
-- guitargrrl95
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Hi. I'm new to this forum, but the bloggers at musicpro.com said this was a good place to ask for recommendations for music books and stuff. I'm eleven and I've been playing for three years, but I just teach myself. Usually I make up my own songs or figure chords out on my own, but if anyone knows about any good songbooks that I could use for practice, that'd be cool.
Thanks.
-- guitargrrl95
Edit: If you come here a lot, can you please fill out my survey?
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[Kefka makes it to the top of his tower; the charred ruins of a house mingle with oozing red and black rocks under a grey sky.]
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[watchingggg]
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[A great betentacled plant monster saunters across the screen, the flowering eyestalks staring dimly at Kefka and the camera for a moment before hurrying away from him.]
All we got are malboros. We need to go down.
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[Kefka holds a finger to his mouth as if about to tell a secret.]
Now watch this.
[Kefka curls in, and six wings sprout from his back sluggishly: four feathery white and two leathery black. He hops onto a broken wall and looks down; below are dirty clouds and, distantly, cracked and dry soil.]
You ever seen someone fly before?
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[And with that, Kefka jumps.]
[His wings spread, and he hits a thermal almost at once and starts circling, gliding downwards to the ground. He waves at the following camera.]
Ta-daaaaaa~
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[how is he even doing this without extensive computer editing?]
Wow.
{she doesn't really know what else to write but that]
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[He teeters downwards, lazy, as if he were some sort of hawk.]
I bet your Earth computers couldn't pull this off realistically!
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