A recent last-minute production music request called for a composition that prominently featured acoustic guitar strummed at a very brisk tempo. That was something I figured I could probably do.
I wasn’t expecting to finger pick it— not usually my thing, especially on more uptempo numbers— but that was what worked the best. I’ve never been one to shred the flashy solos, but I can lay down a solid rhythm line that I’m not sorry about.
This session took me back to the days of chasing the convergence of punk and folk that I loved in bands like the Feelies, the Meat Puppets, the Violent Femmes, etc. Then again, those days will never end.
Also, by the way, my forearm appears to have developed its own area code.