I am going to come clean. I am going to confess. Not long ago I had guitar madness or guitar fever, whichever you prefer.
I wasn’t suffering from the madness or fever. I was quite enjoying it. It wasn’t the, gotta have one of everything version either, though I did purchase 3 guitars and an amplifier within 2 months. No, it was actually the version where I would rather play than eat. Where I would learn a song just to get to play longer.
It could have been an addiction if I were just a little less disciplined. I never let it interfere with work or with exercise or taking care of business. But I did often yearn to pick up a guitar and play, even with my limited repertoire. I would play until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I would play even with blisters on my fingers.
Truth is, I never suffered from the madness itself, only the side effects.