Yesterday afternoon, I was (mostly) done with work, so I pulled a guitar off the wall, dialed up a 80’s vintage tone, and jammed.
I am not sure if there was something in the air, or if it all just clicked, but for about 40 minutes, I riffed and couldn’t make a bad note. Leads, chunky chord progressions, long improvisations over some of my favorite songs, it all felt magical.
Alas, you are gonna have to take my word for it, as I didn't have the blinking light of my DAW showing that I was recording, this all went into the ether, and the memories.
The difference between me and my heroes is that they can do this day in, day out, and for me, it is a fleeting, but exciting moment in time.