Ich hab jetzt ne E-Gitarre

 
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BeitragVerfasst am: 15.04.2005 14:34    Titel: Ich hab jetzt ne E-Gitarre Antworten mit Zitat

so leutz, ich habe jetzt eine E-Gitarre, die ich auch einsetzen werde :cheesy: Habe sie neu gekauft für 133€ mit EMP und tasche.... Und lukas hat jetzt ein eigenes Basskabel Very Happy


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BeitragVerfasst am: 15.04.2005 14:46    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

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BeitragVerfasst am: 15.04.2005 14:48    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

ja das habe ich vor!
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BeitragVerfasst am: 15.04.2005 14:54    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

richtich sooo...lernt alle bass oda hitarre, gute schlagzeuger gibts genug auf der...also nur so als tipp..aba könnt allein 5 stück in meinem alter sagen!
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BeitragVerfasst am: 15.04.2005 14:56    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

jup und ich ´fange dann nägsten Monat mit dem unterricht an :cheesy:
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BeitragVerfasst am: 15.04.2005 15:50    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

bin ma gespannt wie schnell es geht...wette den ersten monat musst du saiten auswendig lernne un noten/tab lesen lernen...jez schonma mei beileid!!! aba dann kriegst du die ersten griffe gezeigt, un dann kannstde schon zu den proben kommen...wenn de 10-20 hast!!! Very Happy
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BeitragVerfasst am: 15.04.2005 17:31    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

[b]Also, coole sache!! Aber ich denk ma nit das du von Tabs lernen wirst sondern eher von noten!! Auch mein beileid!! (Noten :kotz: )
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BeitragVerfasst am: 15.04.2005 19:12    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

mh ja tabs wären besser :cheesy: aber naja ich denke mal das ich erst mal alles Akorde durchschredern werde :motz:
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BeitragVerfasst am: 16.04.2005 09:11    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

un danach noten :kotz: naja...lukas hat des ja drauf!!! Very Happy
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BeitragVerfasst am: 27.03.2009 07:13    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

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BeitragVerfasst am: 21.07.2009 10:16    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat

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