It's gotten mighty quiet around here. I hope that's because everyone is out creating new riffs, buying guitars, building amps, and just enjoying life in general...
I just got done with a 30 minute improvisational orgasm on my new Stratocaster. Man, this thing SINGS. I couldn't begin to tell you what I played; it wasn't rock, it wasn't blues, it wasn't jazz, it wasn't folk. I was just making up rhythm and chords as I went along. I used minor 9ths, 11ths, sevenths, open strings, harmonics, and just played. It was WONDERFUL!
For me, this is what playing guitar is all about. Nobody but me heard it, and no one ever will, since I didn't record it and I doubt seriously that I could recreate it. And that's just fine with me. I let my muse guide me, and my soul created the music.
Yeah, it's too early to post this as a Sunday wake-up message, but right now, I'm feeling, "What the heck?"![]()