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Day One Hundred Fifteen (Year Three)

Another rough day at work.  Did some listening on the way home at the end of the day, and had designs on doing some listening during my break this afternoon, but that didn't come to pass.  Having a fully charged ipod with the second Missy Higgins record now uploaded is an improvement, however, so that's good at least.

It was also going to be a heavy evening of playing, but after another long day, it turned into an evening of watching music-related TV.  I finished off the Alanis Guitar Center Sessions, and watched most of the one with Switchfoot.

Alanis, at one point, made the statement that all of her best songs are usually written in 45 minutes or less, and that, for her, if it doesn't happen in that amount of time, the song's not worth it.  I can count on one hand the number of times that has happened to me when it comes to songwriting.  Then again, I can also count on one hand the number of times in the last six months that I've spent 45 minutes focused solely on songwriting, so there's that.

Today was one of those days where I felt like I took all of the necessary small steps that lead in to a big payoff in terms of a good music day.  It seems, however, that I missed out on the payoff part.  No worries, between tomorrow afternoon, Sunday afternoon, and Monday afternoon (I'm off), I'll make some progress.

Oh, I did, however, keep working my way through the Juliana Hatfield bio.

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