Sat on my porch last night night strumming my Taylor T5 acoustic guitar, drinking a Sam Adams winter lager, watching it rain. Didn’t write a damn thing, but it felt really great to have my guitar in my hands because i haven’t played since friday. Then today it rained like hell again, so i sat outside on my porch and jammed until my fingers froze. Times like these I am reminded how much i love to play the guitar. The touch of the smooth neck, the feel of the strings digging into my fingers, the smell of the inside of my guitar case, the smell of my breath right now because I have yet to brush my teeth today. If you think about it, on any given day you can pick up an instrument and write something that perhaps no one in the world has ever played before, or at least recorded. You can make history every day if you want, even if it’s only you that hears it. And the other awesome thing is that even if some one has played it before, they haven’t played it exactly like you, because every single person sounds different on some level. No one is going to play my riffs quite like me, just like I (or anyone else) am not going to play a Queen solo exactly like Brian May. That’s awesome. That’s human. Let’s not let technology take that away from us! Let the humanity shine through, even if it isn’t perfect! What is perfect anyway? Let the little flaws stay, let vocal go sharp if the singer is on fire and lost in the moment, let the drums push and pull from the energy in the room. Perfection is not emotion, and emotion is everything. That’s my philosophy anyway. But who am I? I say trust your heart, let it flow through your hands, and create something you love. Make history.