Good And Sexy.

This is a Fender DeVille.

Mmmmmmmmmm.

I recorded with my trusty Telecaster. Combined together the sound was beautiful.

Even more beautiful were my pals around me, conducting me each take, keeping me right with the difficult bridge, and cheering me every re-record.

Today I felt deliciously alive. My fingers hurt and I couldn't make some barre chords at the end, I had a panic head but a steady heart.

And finally, just like the movies, I came home and my family had noticed I was gone! Li'l Misssy wouldn't let go, Indy smiled (and then blagged my Macbook), and Misssy had gone the whole hog and cooked a beautiful dinner.

Do you ever have those moments when you realise that, despite yourself, you are a lucky, lucky bastard?

Snap.