rebeldogg

Standing in the rain, with his head hung low
Couldnt get a ticket, it was a sold out show
Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene
Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream

He heard one guitar, just blew him away
He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day
Bought a beat up six string in a secondhand store
Didnt know how to play it, but he knew for sure

That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didnt take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was one way ticket, only one way to go

So he started rockin
Aint never gonna stop
Gotta keep on rockin
Someday hes gonna make it to the top

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Hes a juke box hero
He took one guitar, juke box hero, stars in his eyes
Juke box hero, hell come alive tonight

In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour
Thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door
Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain
And that one guitar made his whole life change

Now he needs to keep rockin
He just cant stop
Gotta keep on rockin
That boy has got to stay on top

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Hes a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Yeah, juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
With that one guitar hell come alive
Come alive tonight

Yeah, hes gotta keep rockin
He just cant stop
Gotta keep on rockin
That boy has got to stay on top

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Hes a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Just one guitar, put stars in his eyes
Hes just a juke box hero, aah aah aah
Juke box hero, juke box hero, hes got stars in his eyes
Stars in his eyes

- Foreigner -- "Jukebox Hero"

Bleh... it's hard getting back your mojo...

My hands feel like they're made of wood. I havn't played my guitar in so long. Stuff I used to think was so simple is giving me hell. It's mostly in my picking hand. I feel like such crap. I've never had this much trouble. Used to be the guitar was the only thing I could turn to to vent my emotions on. But the past year has moved me past depression or anger into a state of almost pure apathy. Which really makes this more difficult. I need to get my mind straight again.

Atmosphere is really important, too. I need to be able to lock myself up alone for a few hours and write. But I've got to get back into shape first (musicly, physically, and mentally)

I did a little better today than yesterday, so at least there's improvement. I really need to work on my improv, which used to be a strong point for me. Get back into all those crazy chord changes and off the wall leads I used to bust on back in the "good 'ol days."

You ever hear the phrase "I've forgotten more than you'll ever know?" Well, over the years I've forgotten a lot of songs that I've written. I've had stuff on CD's that got lost/fucked up, I've lost notebooks worth of tabs and folders full of lyrics.

But now, I feel almost like I'm starting from scratch, which I guess was part of the reason I decided to move way up here. I can only remember a few of my songs, and several of them I can only remember parts.



I just need to sit back, maybe play along with some slow blues. I've always liked that the best. Maybe get some tabs and leard some new songs besides the ones I've written. That always gets the creative juices flowing.

Also, I need to get a new pack of strings for my Warlock. I play better on it. I've been playing on my Ibanez, which also needs a string change.

And I need Finger Ease. Settle down ladies and Daniel, it's for the guitar.

Well, I hope to be getting my drink on tonight for the first time in forever. That sounds good.