Come on baby tell me, yes we can the peas
I could discuss the whole weekend and blah blah blah. Fuck that.
Let's look at a key moment.
Sunday, over my aunt and uncle's place (heretofore known as Shelagh and Rick), and brought my new baby with me. Rick, forever the rock god, in my book, picked it up and just looked perfect with it. We went up to his mini-studio (drum kit, a few guitars, and some amps older than me) and he plugged in. Opening lines to Smoke on the Water, opening lines to Layla, and he looked at me and said "This is a nice guitar. Solid. I like it."
Coming from him, that's high praise, and about as close to praise from Clapton (heretofore known as God) as I probably will ever get.
And man could he make that thing sing. If i can be half as good, i'll be happy for all my days.
On a sadder note, right after he finished playing the guitar, he told me that Steve (his son/my cousin) had all of his band's equipment stolen while they were doing a gig in Brooklyn. Fucking hell.
Let's look at a key moment.
Sunday, over my aunt and uncle's place (heretofore known as Shelagh and Rick), and brought my new baby with me. Rick, forever the rock god, in my book, picked it up and just looked perfect with it. We went up to his mini-studio (drum kit, a few guitars, and some amps older than me) and he plugged in. Opening lines to Smoke on the Water, opening lines to Layla, and he looked at me and said "This is a nice guitar. Solid. I like it."
Coming from him, that's high praise, and about as close to praise from Clapton (heretofore known as God) as I probably will ever get.
And man could he make that thing sing. If i can be half as good, i'll be happy for all my days.
On a sadder note, right after he finished playing the guitar, he told me that Steve (his son/my cousin) had all of his band's equipment stolen while they were doing a gig in Brooklyn. Fucking hell.