Footstool Syndrome

I think I mentioned here a while back about my dad wanting to play guitar and getting sidetracked by the need for a footstool to hold his knee at the right height.

Well, it really must run in the family because the piece I've been working on, which is keeping me from many urgent household matters, has led me to two pieces of music my brother used to play on his guitar. To check the titles of these tunes I went to YouTube, only to find that other people just butcher them. So now I want to hear his versions again, just to prove to myself how talented he was, and that means digging out the tape I have of him playing them. Which means remembering where I put it, or hunting through the house. And then I'll have to find a tape player, which probably means a trip to the gym because I have one in my locker there. And if I go to the gym, I should probably get on the elliptical trainer...

And so on, and so on, and so on...