Tonight, Free pulled me straight into one of those rare 30-minute trances where time stops mattering and melody takes over. I plugged her into Love Notes with the Pro Junior and didn’t even plan anything — but she had plans of her own.
The first half was a looping groove: C#m–B–A, 78 bpm, 16/1. Nothing fancy, nothing forced. I ran melodies across the scale, sometimes landing wrong notes, sometimes brushing against the edges — but the flow never broke. Free’s mini-humbuckers, whether split or combined, kept singing like they’d been waiting all week for this.
Then the session shifted without me noticing. Suddenly I was finger-picking through old Chinese ballads, one of my own pieces, a few praise songs — the kind of quiet, familiar tunes you don’t think about, you just feel. I couldn’t even recall the full list after; it all blurred into one long exhale.
I wrapped up with some easy strumming in E major, a gentle landing after the drift.
Honestly, I had to force myself to stop. My stomach reminded me that it was almost 9pm and I hadn’t eaten. Free, though — she could’ve gone on all night.
And honestly, after a night like this, there’s no way I’ll ever sell her. Some guitars remind you exactly why they’re yours. Free just did.