Guitar Jonesin’!

3/21/12: Just got back from a beautiful ski trip to Lake Tahoe, while I was there 2 to 4 feet of snow dumped on the mountain. Did I say snow? I meant to say “champagne powder”. Did I mention Lake Tahoe, the most beautiful place on earth as seen from freshly snow covered ski resort looking down at the lake from 10,000 feet? And the thing I kept thinking about the whole time I was out there was I wish I had brought a guitar to play. I was detoxing from playing and that is rough, man.

When you do something every single day, and you spend a great deal of time focusing on this one thing, you can really tell when it’s unavailable all of a sudden. Not that that’s a bad thing, it’s just a major diversion to your thinking process. I have five minutes to wait for someone to get ready for something? Oh wow... no guitar. TV show is totally boring? Wait... there’s no guitar here. 11:00 at night and you’re not sleepy yet? Damn. Guess what. I can’t practice that slow dreamy lullaby thingy I have been playing and sort of writing for the last year until I practically fall asleep sitting on the couch with my Les Paul in my hands and my head hanging down almost to my knees and snoring. Maybe that’s the value of going on vacations. It forces you to actually think of something else, something you haven’t already programed your mind for, some new experiences that makes you think. And when I got back - guess what? The first thing I did was pick up what ever guitar was closest and went on auto-play for like an hour. Putting my skis and boots away out of the middle of the living room can wait.