Lately I've been very motivated from listening to the music from my youth. In particular, the songs from the 60's and the 70's.
Listening to these songs reminds me of why I wanted to learn to play in the first place. Driving in my car, windows down, feeling the summer heat and a song comes on that you long forgot about. Can't describe the feeling that comes over me but it's a feeling that takes me right back to that time and place. Brings back that feeling of wonderment of when it was all so new. It's a feeling I've been tring to recapture for a long time for many reasons. I'm now 70, both my parents are gone, the world and this country's a mess............I refuse to believe all hope is gone.
You know what can really bring some of those old feelings back? Believe it or not, Fender amps. In watching some video's of bands from the 60's, Fender amps were everywhere. When I first wanted to learn to play some of the kids in the neighborhood bands had Fender amps. I used to ride my bike up to the local music store just to look at those things. Twin Reverbs, Band Masters, Dual Showmans, Deluxe Reverbs......I didn't know anything about them technically, all I knew was they were helping to create the music I was listening to. They were mysterious and some of the most beautiful things my young eyes had every seen and I wanted to be a part of it. Silly? Maybe, but even that thought is motivating.
So with all that in mind I've been moving forward. Came to find out lately that the way I've been holding my pick has been impeading some progress. Spent about 3 hours last night playing various exercises along with my drum machine while getting use to holding the pick in a new way and it was like "hey! I can see how this will help me! Too cool!!"
So I found great motivation even with that because for me it means progress. I'll never set the world on fire and that's fine. I just like the way I've been feeling lately. Hope that "younger me" sticks aroujnd for a while.