The dissasembly and reassembly of stuff in the name of feeling productive.

Let me tell you the story of a bass:
There once was a bass - a decent little bass, made in America by a reputable but not highly-esteemed maker, sold to me by a friend for $25. In the name of "making it my own", I immediately stripped all the paint off, swapped out the pickups, drilled a giant hole in the back for batteries, hacked on the pick-guard a little bit, and (last but not least) ripped the frets out with pliers.
Voila.
My first fretless bass.
But make a bass fretless is apparently a little more complicated that the removal of frets. The bass went from sounding bad, playing OK, and looking good to sounding great, looking weird, and playing really badly. I used it on a handful of recordings and made a careful map of the fingerboard in my head of the parts of the neck that made bass-sounds and the parts that made buzz-sounds.
Until I got bored. What else is the off-season for? So (with a little help from Craig) I planed off the old fretboard, glued a new one on, sanded and reshaped the neck a little, and arranged to have the bass painted silver-sparkle. All that's left is to put in the frets that I should have left in in the first place.

And last but not least, I have just finished up an album of hymns on solo guitar. It's called "Guitar Hymns" and you can check out the album here or on iTunes.