Out and about while my guitar gently weeps…

I’ve just got home from an open mic night.  Don’t worry, there wasn’t a lot of music being played, and what music there was was barely louder than a whisper, thanks to the combination of quiet musicians, a large room and a crowd of noisy drunk people.   But even though there was very, very little in the way of musical inspiration, just seeing people with guitars up on stage made me want to grab mine as soon as I got home.  Unfortunately, that would be breaking the rules, so my guitar remains untouched, and will continue to be so until Friday.  Come Friday, however, I might well strum a few chords before I even think about putting a CD on.  It’s one thing being a music listener going without music, but a musician going without music is another kettle of fish entirely.

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