Ouch!

I have been injured. 

Struck down, as it were, by a rebellious E string (the high one). Now I wish I could front like I was playing so hard—you know, rocking out or something like that—but the truth is, I was just trying to tune it. So let me now just say how much I hate that bloody pitch pipe.

Or maybe it's my ears.

Whatever. Every other string seemed to follow my rather lame-assed attempt to make it sound like the noise that was coming out of the pipe. Except the high E string. I couldn't tell in which direction I was supposed to turn the tuning key. All I know is that in whichever direction I turned it, the sound didn't match the pitch pipe. And just when I thought I had it all sorted out and was on the road to guitar tuning heaven, SNAP!

If I knew where my camera was, I'd take a picture of the stinging U-shaped welt left by the snapping E string. 

*sigh*

Ah well, I'll bet Pete Townsend has tons of scars—granted probably none of them with a background as silly as this one—and there seems to be a LOT information out here in cyberspace about how to change guitar strings. But something tells me that I'll just wait and let Gernot show me on Thursday. That way, I can act really pitiful and perhaps gain some Zen sympathy or something . . .

Luckily, I don't need that string for Dust in the Wind anyway.