Sunday afternoon.
Just fifteen minutes with Lady through the Fender Pro Junior IV.
The Third Man Hardware Triple Threat handled everything. The echo was set simply—Level and Feedback around eleven o’clock, Time at nine. The distortion stayed equally restrained with Volume at twelve, Gain and Tone both at nine. Nothing excessive. Just enough colour to encourage the fingers without getting in the way.
I spent the session wandering around E major and A major, letting one phrase naturally lead into the next. No song. No destination. Just an impromptu melody unfolding one note at a time.
Then something unusual happened.
I reached for my Samsung S25 and recorded it.
Not because I intended to share it. Not because I thought it was perfect. Quite the opposite.
The truth is, I rarely lock my own melodies into memory. Every fresh session tends to produce different ideas, even though they usually live around the same scales and carry the same musical language. I almost never play a phrase exactly the same way twice.
But every now and then, a particular sequence feels worth remembering.
Today was one of those days.
Rather than trying to memorise it, I simply pressed record.
Perhaps that’s becoming my musical notebook—not to preserve perfection, but to keep little conversations that would otherwise disappear as quietly as they arrived.
It was only fifteen minutes.
It was only a simple melody.
But it was a pleasure.