Transference

I'm taking a little of the energy of my new-found sobriety, and channelling it. I'd like to see if I can do something. So, I'm picking up the guitar again. Time to dust off the Telecaster, and learn to play, if I can. I've spent the money I would have blown on booze, on a little practice amp - a blackstar, no less. So I can see if I can achieve something.
My goal is to take energy, and move it. From somewhere that was basically just a bit destructive, for me, into somewhere better. There are equals and opposites at work here, and I want to see if I can ride the tiger in a different direction.
Mind you - above all else, I do want to see if I can avoid being some preachy arsehole about all of this.
Drinking was fun. A lot of fun. But I'm having a different kind of fun. That's all.
And I'll still have a beer or three, once a week.

Guitar, Guitar.

Today has all been about the late, great Robert Quine.
Without doubt, he's my favourite guitarist of all time. The man was an absolute genius - a virtuoso - but what he did never ventured into self-indulgence, or noodling. Instead, every note has a purpose, and a heartbeat. There's so much dynamism, and energy, in his playing, that sometimes, it leaves me quite breathless. He's more punk than anyone else I know, yet he was a consummate professional, and on top of that, hardly fitted the "punk" stereotype.
I could write a million words - and still never make you believe. The only way is to watch him in action.