How Inspiration Sucks

I found out tonight after work that my good friend from high school, Ben Bradley, had been stabbed to death and dumped in a ravine in Wyoming.

Yeah, so then I had to go play a Jazz gig. Wow.

So there I am, all setting up and feeling like ass, having lost all faith in the Human race, and trying to keep my cool.

Long story short, I played better than I ever have in my entire life.

Ever.

Jake Odell, a local shredding guitar player was on this gig and HE told me that I was shredding, which meant a lot coming from a mr. Berklee school of music degree-having, jaded musician. I don't know what happened, I had a lot of pent up frustration that came out tonight. I know I wasn't imagining it because ALL the super sexy, scantily clad ladies came up to me saying, and I quote, "You were amazing!".

But I wasn't feeling that flow, all things considering.

Plus my house is a wreck and in no shape for guests.