I think
G'mornin 64Firebird,
Once upon a time, I locked myself in a room,for a couple of months, with a Happy Traum book, a Stephan Grossman book and a couple of oz's. I would play the same passage over and over, ad nauseum, and never get tired of it.
When I surfaced, I was hungry and drove too slow but I could fingerpick.
Now the only time that I give it much thought is when I'm learning (arranging, writing, orchestrating) a new song. I wish I still smoked. Cause, sometimes my hand wants to pinch when what I need is a good pluck.
That's my story and I'm stickin to it,
I think,
Bill