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Day One Hundred Twenty (Year Six)

I spent a good portion of the day being bothered and/or stressed out that I wasn't in the studio, wasn't getting enough done, etc.

I had made myself a pretty aggressive list last night, and I knew that if I didn't get at least a few of those things crossed off today, I'd feel terrible heading into Sunday, so...

When I finally got into the studio (late, again), I managed to get at least a few things crossed off of my list.  I:

1. Did a bit of listening.  That giant amount of Dylan is still on my list, as is the new Keith Richards, which I managed to pick up, but haven't quite found the time for in November.  And after the Mrs. picked up the new Adele record yesterday, I have to admit I was curious about that.  So, of course, it was Adele that got listened to today.

2.  I made some progress in Songs & Solos today as well.  I'm a full 70 pages into that.  Tomorrow, I'd like to be around page 105 if all goes well.  That's where the scales and solos actually start getting tabbed out in example form.  I suppose I could always skip ahead, but I'm enjoying the book otherwise, so I'll just push on.

3.  I played around a little bit with "Elephant" by Jason Isbell tonight, too, but didn't spend as much time playing as I should have.  I'll get to that, and the other things on my list, in the morning.

Not as much of a lost day as I thought.  I'll take it.

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