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Day One Hundred Sixty One

So, I spent New Year's Eve at home alone with a guitar in my hands. Almost perfect, if you ask me.

Also, I have this poster in my studio that has been hidden behind the stand for my acoustic. It's basically leaning up against the wall, out in the open, but out of the way at the same time. Anyway, it has all of the scales on it (major, minor, pentatonic, blues, etc.) plus all of the modes. Mind you, it has sat in the same place for at least six months now. Tonight, it dawns on me that it doesn't do me much good to have a giant poster filled with scales if I'm not going to use it. And, seeing as my lead playing needs work, I might want to fix the whole "hidden away" part. Needless to say, I did. Now I just need to find a way to have it out, where I can use it, and not have it feel like it's in the way.

I know I mentioned it a few weeks ago, but it's still around, so here it is again: I'm really needing an excuse to crank up the Marshall and be loud. There's a part of me that feels like I ought to sort out some arrangements of things first (that's the part of me that's self-conscious about my playing), and there's a part of me that doesn't care much what the rest of the world would think.

Also, it's the last day of 2010, the year I started to take back my musical voice. Here's to tomorrow, the first day of 2011, and here's to me continuing to grow my playing in the new year.

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