I came up with a new guitar riff this weekend, and you know what? It felt great.
I’m certain that it won’t skyrocket my album to number one, I hold no daydream of groupies hearing my guitar riff and becoming infatuated.. but I still made it.
It’s four parts,and part 4 is a bit of a Hendrix rip-off,but still.. I used to live for that shit. Not a care in the world and not a soul around except you and the instrument. Some golden shit. Some divine shit and juuuust …just for me.
If you can make something good enough to please you,the truest critic… Good for you. Good for fucking you. You made something that makes yourself laugh,or holds your interest,or pleases your ear,, fuck everything out there, you made something that’s good enough for you.
That’s the cool shit.
dawn 