I've had enough. I'm done with not playing music. What was it, six days? First things first; I have to apologise to and thank everyone who responded to my ill-conceived post on the weekend with sympathy and advice. I got a lot of support and information which at the time I wasn't interested in digesting, but is looking pretty good right now. I intend on utilising a lot of that advice now that the wobbly is over. Thanks guys. Basically life without an instrument to practice is unlivably boring. I can't do it. Even if music had become an empty ritual to me, and by no means does my unquitting mean that it hadn't, it was still the glue holding my existence together. That isn't to say that my wobbly signified nothing; most of the things which I said in that thread were simply correct. Music WAS an unquestionable axiom for me. I don't like my playing. There is a vast lack of lasting achievement in my musical life. And I don't currently get enough out of music to make life enjoyable. I see a number of things which I can do to try and get more out of music. A teacher, and then a band. Some shiny equipment. More importantly, currently I split my time and musical personality between a large number of musical styles and instruments, with the result that I don't actually have the time to spend on any one of them to reach a satisfactory point. The trouble is that I like too many types of music too much. So, my electric guitar and twelve-string acoustic are going in the loft. When somebody invents the thirty-six hour day, or I get laid off work, I'll dig em out again. Now, I am off to feel embarrassed and play some bass.