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Day Three Hundred Six (Year Four)

I got into the studio for a decent amount of time tonight.  Not quite the 2+ hours I had been hoping for, but enough time to feel like I got something accomplished.  It seems like that always happens at the end of the weekend rather than, say, in the middle of the weekend, but that's another post entirely.

What has been interesting to watch (and learn from) has been how the different resources that I've found in the last year or so have really started to come together at various moments to lock in different bits of knowledge.  It happened again tonight regarding notes within the context of a scale and their place in figuring out how everything ties together within keys.

And yet, the thing that always surprises me is how it's always a trickle of information.  It really is like putting a puzzle together, where you get one little bit of something, followed by another piece that locks in, and then suddenly more starts to make sense.  It's never the flood of information I'm looking for.  It's never a big "a-ha" moment.  Instead, it's a small series of moments that allow you to look back and see the bigger picture.

Getting closer, but not where I'd like to be... yet.

Picked up new issues of Guitar World and Guitar Techniques today, as well, and then picked up a couple of CDs.

1) Most Messed Up - Old 97's
2) Behind The Light - Phillip Phillips

I also ordered

Metamodern Sounds In Country Music - Sturgill Simpson

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