It’s currently ten degrees in Nashville. Seriously. Ten goddamn degrees.
Growing up in Walla Walla, when it was ten goddamn degrees, I’d sit in my room, fueled by romantic underachievement, and jam along with Metallica records. It’s how I taught myself to play. On this balls-cold ushering in of the New Year, it seems appropriate that I crank up Ride the Lightning and begin the journey towards getting my R&B fingers back into shredding shape.
I’m noticing these days I’m actually able to lay back somewhat over stuff like this, which is thanks to the Al Stone band.
Guitar’s fun, kids.