So I’m digging through the scores of songs I’ve written, re-learning old favorites, building a new set to play out live.

And I have a terrible memory for stuff.   I feel the chord changes, and know these songs cold on some subliminal level, but the fingerings become a mystery to me after six months or so.   After four years, or ten years, forget about it.  Unless I left accurate tablature, I can never play these songs exactly the same again.

But I can try.   And as I play through things tonight, I’m amazed at the little things I learn that I actually created.   It’s like the goldfish, who comes around the corner in his fish bowl, every single time, and says “Hey, look guys, cool Castle!”

Some of these old songs, songs that have never been released, are amazing.   Yeesh, why didn’t “Accomplishing, Believing” make the album cut for First Words.   And the bridge to “Great Mistake” makes my hair stand on end.

Oh well… maybe on the next album.