top of page
Search

Divorcing my guitar

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
  • Jan 25, 2024
  • 1 min read

That's what's happening in my brain. Well, it's a separation rather than a proper divorce, but it's a byproduct of deciding to wear my rings 24/7. - I think that I couldn't commit to another person until I loved them more than my guitar. I'm not saying that's necessarily true, but I'd like to find out. - I was chicken in 2023, but this year I think I've got enough stuff going on that I'm unlikely to miss Amy (my instrument). Still waiting to hear from the wānanga, but hopefully I'll be starting that course soon.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Māori Politics

We spent all of last year slinging mud at each other in the press, yet we're still roughly where we were in terms of polling. It says something: we're not afraid of airing our dirty laundry. Everyone

 
 
 
Publishing plans

One of my fantasies is to publish a red leather-bound book of my best melodies. Divorced from their lyrics or context: just the tunes. It could be a bit of a Rosetta stone, written in several differe

 
 
 
How do I know I'm Māori?

Iwi whakapapa books. Unlike the Native Americans, we know which people trace descent. The family history department at the National Library dug into my family history as a result of my rendition of P

 
 
 

1 Comment

Amanda Riddell
Amanda Riddell
Jan 25, 2024

I came across this phrase in a book after my 2020 mental breakdown. It was a book about Italian harmony and 19th Century opera: needless to say, I only made it a chapter or two in. 😂 Point was it described this cellist as being married to their instrument, and it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks that that's how I felt about Amy. So yeah, that's how I thought (or think).

Edited
Like
bottom of page