He frets when he travels and he spent Friday night at Don's yard and will do the same on his return journey.
Quotes about frets (15 Quotes)
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Millennium The night falls, heavy with the coming storm Far out, the ocean frets against the bar, And the cloud-legions, gathering force and form Shut, with closed ranks, all gleam of moon or star. Tempestuous darkness and unto the dawn, Long hours. Ah.
It is the very wantonness of folly for a man to search out the frets and burdens of his calling and give his mind every day to a consideration of them. They belong to human life. They are inevitable. Brooding only gives them strength.
I have short hands. That's why I have to bend up to notes; I can't always reach the frets.
The way I play, I go through a set in a year. So I put '58 Gibson Jumbo Bass frets on all my necks.
A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.
April Rain It is not raining rain to me, Its raining daffodils In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town It is not raining rain to me, Its raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy A fig for him who frets It is not raining rain to me, Its raining violets.
I just couldn't take school seriously: I had this guitar neck with four frets which I kept hidden under the desk. It had strings on it so I would practice my chord shapes under the desk and that's about all I did at school.
All love at first, like generous wine, Ferments and frets until tis fine But when tis settled on the lee, And from th impurer matter free, Becomes the richer still the older, And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Irks care the crop-full bird Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast.
A walking shadow, a poor player,that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more.
The world gives according to their faith or according to their pleasure if a man frets about the food and the drink given to others, he will find no rest either by day or by night.
To His Son Three things there be that prosper up apace And flourish whilst they grow asunder far But on a day, they meet all in one place, And when they meet they one another mar And they be these the wood, the weed, the wag. The wood is that which makes the gallows tree The weed is that which strings the hangman's bag The wag, my pretty knave, betokeneth thee. Mark well, dear boy, whilst these assemble not, Green springs the tree, hemp grows, the wag is wild But when they meet, it makes the timber rot, It frets the halter, and it chokes the child. Then bless thee, and beware, and let us pray We part not with thee at this meeting day.
Ideally, an instrument used for touch playing should be an electric with an accurate neck, frets in good condition, strong pickups, and good sustain.