Gathering my thoughts this morning

Randy Rhoads passed away in 1982 at the age of 25. I just turned 25. Knowing his brief, yet powerful legancy, I am inspired to become the rockstar that he once became.

I am no longer afraid of spiders. I peacefully relocate a spider outside about once a day, and we are all best friends now. They are just babies running around freely.

I got a record at the thrift store, but the actual vinyl itself was a different record. It wasn’t “Love Song” by Anne Murray (was interested what that might sound like), it ended up being disc 2 to Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. Hilarious. And it also is great. Great disco grooves with a full orechestra and some out-of-place synthesizer sounds. I just did 100 pushups to this music. 10x10. 3rd set always feels the best.

Guitar. I am really putting my finger on why my own sound is less exciting to me these days. Mindless vibrato. I want to purposefully play a note still as glass, or as wiggly as jello in an earthquake.

I’m obsessively studying simplicity in music.

My brain stopped, and now I must go practice music. Ttyl