I blew months worth of dust off my bass guitars last night and strapped them on again to realize I play them just as badly as when I last hung them up. Even so… damn, it felt great!

When I got my first bass, a Fender acoustic, it didn’t take much practice to go from clueless to terrible, but inspired! So, I thought, “Where did that inspiration go?” And I couldn’t answer that, because quite honestly I don’t feel I’ve lost an ounce of inspiration. Focus, maybe… but inspiration? None.

That’s when it hit me… and there was nothing left to think about! On that whim I ran out to get some art printed for the pick guard of my electric bass that’s been stark white since I got it. It may not look like much, but there are three people who, within it, might see everything… and see everything clearly.

I think that kind of focus could keep us all inspired.