Sweep Picking. One of the heralded skill sets that guitarists quickly decide they want to learn, quickly realise its hard as nails, and then decide to give it a shot one year later. It’s been almost a decade, and I think I just might be getting it. I’ve been practicing until the fingers don’t respond quite the same, then I put the guitar down and lie down myself. It’s a mixture of defeat and accomplishment when you reach that state. Tonight was one of those nights where the practice leaves a difficult taste in the mouth. The kind that makes you think how much more time you wish you had infront of a screaming amplifier, and how little time you have to stay discouraged.
It won’t be long before the thoughts I’ve had find their voice in a song. I’ve been writing, and every time I pick up the guitar I find myself in a different genre. Maybe that says something. Who knows. I’m just concerned how none of these songs seem to be able to sit next to each other in an EP. One thing at a time I suppose. Right now, I’m just laying thoughts down, setting up melodies. Some clean, some slapped with delays, others overdriven, and perhaps, some sweep picked.