I miss my old room. I recognize that this is an odd place to begin a posting, especially when it is supposed to concern my musical exploits. That being said, follow me on this one. When I was in college, I lived at home for a while, and wound up moving my room from the first floor of my Mom's house to the upper level. Short of having a kitchen space, it was basically like it's own apartment. There was a built in desk, and while there wasn't much in the way of closet space, the highlight of the room was the fact that is spanned the length of the house, and had windows all down the back side. Point being, it was an ideal place to be in possession of a lot of musical instruments, because it let you spread everything out, and gave enough space to record with drums. It was loud, mind you, but it was possible.
I guess the reason I'm missing it of late is that I'm really feeling the need to plug in and rock out. With apartment living, I'm always a bit self-conscious about doing that, if only because I don't want to irritate my neighbors. With all this work on the "Stairway" experiment, my fingers are feeling more fleet than they ever have, and while they're nowhere near where I'd like them to be, I'd love to crank up and just let fly.
Found some backing tracks tonight that ought to be fun to solo over tomorrow, and did a little bit of solo work for the Zep.
I guess the reason I'm missing it of late is that I'm really feeling the need to plug in and rock out. With apartment living, I'm always a bit self-conscious about doing that, if only because I don't want to irritate my neighbors. With all this work on the "Stairway" experiment, my fingers are feeling more fleet than they ever have, and while they're nowhere near where I'd like them to be, I'd love to crank up and just let fly.
Found some backing tracks tonight that ought to be fun to solo over tomorrow, and did a little bit of solo work for the Zep.
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