That moment when the exercises you do to keep your constantly-aching-after-35-years-of-guitar-playing fingers working reopen the cut you got when a screwdriver slipped while setting up your guitar. On the anniversary of Hendrix’s death as well.
Life’s being a bit heavy handed with the irony today (“heavy handed”! Geddit?!). I was going to say I’d slap the next person who tells me they’d “love to be a musician” but I wouldn’t risk it. I’d probably lose a thumb.