…as long you have a guitar to play. I could end this post right there but chatty as I am, I won’t. 🙂
Taking a cue from Slash, I always have a couple of guitars sitting around the house so that on a whim I can pick it up and start playing. For instance, I “store” my ’59 Les Paul replica in my bedroom, and I pick it up to play at least once a day. This morning, not wanting to brave the absolutely crappy weather to go into work – it’s raining heavily in the Silly-con Valley – I decided to psych myself up by playing guitar. So I picked up my ’59 replica, tuned ‘er up, then started strumming out a 7-4-1 chord progression; specifically, D-A-E7b5. I like that progression because it means if I get lost while I’m playing a lead, I can quickly switch to an E-minor pentatonic, or bend a D note. 🙂 In any case, I noodled for about half an hour, got my fill of guitar, and I was ready to start the day.
On the way to work, I had to stop to get some gas, and while I was filling my tank and absolutely hating the persistent drip-drip-drip of raindrops hitting my nose, I went back in time to my childhood, and reminisced on how bored I would get not being able to go outside and play. Fast-forward to the present, and the thought struck me that as an adult, I’m rarely bored purely because I almost always have a guitar immediately at my disposal. Gotta tell ya, that put a big smile on my face…
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