Mother...

It is not waiting for the elusive Muse to strike.
All those days waiting for inspiration to strike, what I was in reality waiting for was understanding.

If you understand your craft you are more facile.
It was not a lack of creativity, that's why you picked the guitar up to begin with. The mood was with you.

So what prevented your genius from coming through?

You don't understand your art as well as you think you did. THAT is a hard admission and usually made after the fact when it is easier to come to gripes with.

The class I have been taking has opened a new door. And another, and another and another.
Gud Gawd

And now I see that lack of inspiration is just an excuse. I have always been inspired. Air, a good woman, a book. I am easily inspired. I go to a show and my urge to play rises. And on & on.
If inspiration wasn't the lacking factor...then what was?

My lack of available tools with which to construct.
I got the new Band In A Box last Christmas and it enabled me to skate even further along with my fundamental lacking holes in my musical education. Key word - enabled.

God Bless Gary Burton for his no nonsense, fundamental approach to teaching. His class has once again shown me I do not know it all. Not even close.
And I love it.

Thinking that you do know it all leads to ruts and boredom. Absolute power can be imagined. And yet still corrupt you.

I am stoked that I do not have all the answers. But perhaps I do have the key to finding the answers that are out there. Looking, exploring, stretching. Just keep reminding me at regular intervals so I do not forget.