So my guitar teacher left the house twenty minutes ago, after my last lesson with him. He's moving to LA next week for an internship at CitySound studios; he's around 25. He's an amazing guitarist with fantastic taste. He taught totally unconventionally--brought a few things to learn, talked about music, referenced totally inappropriate things that should've never entered the hour. Anyway, he was a seriously incredible teacher, and it's kinda depressing to see him go. Played Wish you Were Here by Pink Floyd after he left, my favorite song to play.

Anyway, if you're in the somber, sorta melancholy mood I'm in, you should go listen to Counting Crows' Mr. Jones, specifically the one live off of Across a Wire: Live in New York.