Guess I better warm up the tubes... *CLICK*

    Something happened between being in the studio this summer and now. I got hit like a freight train by the need to play guitar. I forget about singing. Sitting in my apartment, playing the Fender - Deluxe with the volume on 2 and my volume pedal hardly giving a register, I realize that I've been playing a scale for almost two hours. Whoops, I accidentally solved a problem with my playing that I've been wanting to work on for years.

Listening to: B.B. King - Sweet Sixteen

    This morning it was really tough to get out of bed. I didn't do it right away. First alarm went off: ughhgh, (shuffle)... snooze. Second alarm: "man, I'm really not that tired" ... snooze. Third alarm: "if I don't get out of bed right now I'll be late for class"... exits bed.

    Tonight I go through the 100 Greatest Guitarists of all time according to Rolling Stone. It's all about the blues, man. Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, B.B. King. Pure struggle.

    "Struggle," I almost whine at my momma on the phone. "I'm being honest about the struggle of life, and people can relate to that." She is upset that I have lyrics referencing pre-marital sex. I try to assure her that the message of my songs is more than, "I am a rock star that sleeps around for fun." My music brings people into the same room. The ones who have questions can ask around because the answer isn't going to come from a song. The answer only comes from relationships.