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Day One Hundred Thirty Nine (Year Four)

Started to get back into things a little bit today, after having yesterday's musical output somewhat stunted by sad family news.

Getting back into the studio tonight was good, and immediately my eye was drawn to the pile of materials currently residing on the desk chair in the music room: it's all of the scale stuff, composition stuff, and other assorted bits of theory that have been (or attempted to be) a focal point the last few weeks.

I went back to the fretboard knowledge lesson from the book of stuff re-printed from Guitar One, and tried to pick up somewhere near where I was the last time I looked at it.  Wound up working on the part of that lesson that focuses in on learning scalar runs from each of the different C's (or D's or E's, etc) on the fretboard.  That aspect of things seemed to be getting a little bit easier tonight, at least when it comes to putting the pieces together.  Considering that I didn't spend all that much time with it, I'm feeling pretty good.

The rest of tonight was spent on listening, and a bit of time with an acoustic strapped over my shoulder.  Felt good to get back to that tonight.

Tomorrow will be a long day.  There's a meeting after work, but I'm really hoping for a solid chunk of time after I get home to head into the studio.  Hopefully some more playing, and maybe even a bit of the organizing I keep pushing off to the side.

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