It took me a while to pick up the guitar tonight. At first I thought it was because I was a little unwell and tired and should just pack it and go to bed early. Well here I am at midnight still sitting there typing away. It’s pretty odd too, Friday ought to be the best day of the week to put on a good practice time, and yet tonight I just didn’t really have the mojo to push on with exercises. Sometimes I have those crises wondering if there really is a point. Sure I enjoy it and it’s my best way to express myself artistically and musically but I often feel this expression goes unheard and all it is are soundwaves flying off into space never to be heard again. Mind you, maybe it’s for the best.

At any rate, I eventually pulled myself together and had a wee jam over that groovy backing track I rather like. That helped a little, though tonight’s exercise being sweep picking, it’s almost like I’m forcing myself to stare into the chasm of my shortcomings. No one likes to realise that they’re utterly rubbish at something, no matter what it is. But when you have the drive to get better at it, you just push on, and so I did but reasonably, not with a mind of blowing up the world record of the fastest way to self-destruct your own hand. As it turns out, even working steadily at 40 bpm is hard when you’re focusing on sweeping, and something tells me, it ain’t gonna get much faster for a while yet. Still I’m sure it’ll be worthwhile eventually, one can hope.

And I almost messed up my hand some totally different way having discovered a game on Linux called “Frets on Fire”, basically a Guitar Hero emulator. Not sure I’ll be playing that much, it’s painful…