for several years I played a mexican made fender stratocaster with 10 gauge ernie ball strings. your basic metal rock guitar. made for the american. the neck on the fender is much longer and the frets are further apart. made for bigger hands. made for men who rock. granted it's solid body gives it a strong and stable sound. it's most definitely for the rock. the traditional rock. don't get me wrong tradition is good. but now it's time for a change. because earlier this week I saw maxim's abortion of a guitar a red strat torn apart she would later tell me because she tried to add a neck or something from some other place and exchanged the original strat body. whatever. she doesn't play it, it hides under a bed hidden in a case. instead she plays her gibson-les paul heritage.
so last night, after a week of laboring over a new song, i decided to plug in my german made gretsch electromatic, a much heavier guitar, into my fender blues deville tube amp. with a smaller neck and narrower base, this is a guitar that has a hollow body. a more british sound. fuller. the pedals continue to give it a rock sound, if needed, but like i said we'll see if we need it. i'll see you when i see you when i see you attitude.
then we rock. maxim and the motor. it's a long and treacherous haul tonight. not every rehearsal leaves you breathless and amazed. but still smiling and full of passion we render ourselves of the world that deceives us, belittles us, and wants us to change. and then the brazillian boys show up, back from the surf that maintains their endless summer. or vice vers. they're the house guests of maxim but have become our loyal audience. kind and chivalrous. tipping the tow guy when it should've been my job. but it was late. i was tired. it was dark. damsel in distress.
and difficult it is for the person who loves a musician, unless of course they've been down this road before, because at some point they must come to the realization that they are competing for the love, the time and the number one position in the musician's life. as maxim says, "we're not normal." or rather, "they're the normal people." we have a passion, a drive, something internal that forces us, pushes us, shoves us and guides us towards the giant entity of music and creation that takes over our entire mind and being, to the dismay of our lovers. and in many cases our friends and family too. call it a little voice. call it a strong force. whatever it is not everyone has it. and not everyone gets it. love us or leave us. we're not going to have time to sit around and cry about it. sure. we'll feel sad. but given the hand and heart we have already been dealt, the sadness is just another hardship we must endure in this life. on top of the angry masses that we call our family and friends, because we just don't have time for them, and they don't understand, or in some cases maybe even envious or jealous, so they'll put us down, tear us to shreds with their words. they will try. they will try. to convince that what we do is wrong. bad. stupid. foolish. unnecessary. because we're trying to do it for fame or money. which is natural for people to assume we are doing it for external reasons like fame or money, rather than the internal reasons that drive us, because if they don't have it how can they possibly understand it, unless of course someone explains it to them. or they are old. and wise. and understand that eveyone has to live their life.
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