Two screen shots from the excellent guitar documentary It Might Get Loud. Jimmy Page listening to one of his old 45s; Jack White's bloodied Gretsch after a Raconteurs gig.
When was the last time, I asked myself, that I airwrote with such obvious delight; the last time true blood spurted from my Parker fountain pen? How sad -- to practice* an art with no immediacy.
Which is why, dear reader, I finally took up the electric ukulele.
*Practice, practice, never perfect.