I play acoustic guitar. I heeded a few bits of formative advice:

Learn the open chords. Then experiment between them.
Don’t use a pick.
Don’t play electric for a few years.
Don’t learn cover songs, find your own songs.

I ended up playing very little electric and rarely using a pick for the first 20 years, and I only last year started learning barre chords. I know very few cover songs, but have found a few songs over the years, while exploring, that had already been written.

The result is that, on the one hand, I do not have an obvious album yet (though I could have half-assed a dozen by now). On the other, like the turtle, not the hare, the pieces, parts, melodies and progressions that I’ve slowly found have solidified themselves as regular parts of my routines and have begun to form together into an eventual masterpiece that I can only now see the edges of. The result after the next 20 years will be an interoperable set – potential for infinite medley among originals that interweave and are adaptable to circumstance, taste, or preference, and that can dovetail with recognizable melody to allow for familiar participation from anyone.

Being of the sort, philosophically, to imagine the crowd on stage and the musician as a fan, I have not pieced out these melodies into single salable bits to be commoditized alongside canned influencing in competition for unwisely spent adolescent dollars. Rather, I record ideas, messily, just in case I die, and just in case I forget them. Occasionally I have shared a clip or two for kicks on Nostr. At times I’ve practiced with drummer friend, and at times campfire (both of whom hold keys to my eternal art). But for the most part I wait for that next 1 2 project that will certainly occur, somehow, somewhere, if I stay true.

Here I’ll post some recordings, you can imagine them written on napkins.

Mojo Returno:

Caravan: