Sunday Slow Jam


November 18, 2019


Yesterday while practicing a small miracle happened, at least it was magical to me.  I was improvising a blues riff, going up and down the neck on the old guild when it happened.  I was capo'd on the fifth fret, just for the hell of it, when all of a sudden, I played a real blues lick.  It was like a flash, and I said to myself, that was really cool, how did I do that.  I remembered what Jimmy used to say, don’t think about each move, just let your fingers play, and well, that’s what they did.  I tried to duplicate what I did, but to no avail, I just played notes up and down the neck.  Maybe someday I’ll do it again.  

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