Yesterday, while improvising, I played some music on my guitar that was… well, what WAS THAT?

It was like the late night reception of a radio transmission from an unknown country. As I became aware of what was unfolding I was tempted to take the guitar to the studio to record, but I also knew that it would be better to keep playing this transmission and, perhaps, to become more familiar with it. Maybe the sounds would lodge in some of my memory cells and also create some muscle memory.

I don’t know how likely it is but I’ll give it a shot in the studio this afternoon, to try to re-create the transmission.