In the course of this process we have remained steadfastly confident that even with our limited skill, time, and talent we should be able to produce some killer licks that will keep people wanting more. Then, last night, driving through the City...minding my own business...I heard the new single from Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers..."I Should've Known". Crap. Back to the drawing board.
As per usual, the real pros are like the Thermo-Nuclear weapons of the rock world, and this was like an ICBM that ran right under the radar and completely destroyed me, my vehicle and the six city blocks around me.
The problem is always when you hear a song that almost perfectly hits what you would like to have written...the groove, the lyrics...everything. Oh and the blistering guitar solo at the end made me think seriously about taking a skill saw to my own axe in ritualistic sacrifice (cue the "we're not worthy...we're not worthy").
I'm heading to the football game tonight to let my mind rest and think about next steps. I figure a key is going to be getting together with the Dee for an old skool jam session. We're going to need to "jam this one out".
I am bringing this devastating moment to the Dee's attention on the blog, as I fear if I tell him directly, two thirds of the Fool's brain power might be permanently gooified.
Well, onwards and upwards.
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