(I just wanted to see you closer).
Like a guy going up to bat and dumping that heavy clay doughnut, when I switch from acoustic to electric, it's like all life's lessons come together.
I always call electric guitars "Cheating" because I see people leaning on volume too much, or better yet, paying hundreds of dollars for equipment then playing the same sound you can get by pitching a metal trash can into a dumpster full of angry seagulls.
A couple of years ago I was doing a gig at Satyricon, the oldest rock venue in the North West. Before a sea of fans, my amp went out mid song and I was forced by electricity to finish the number as a mime A FRIKKIN MIME FER CRISSAKES!
Chlorine and the girl in the monkey suit (Plato Bannannas) held the crowd while I quick changed amps.
I decided to stay acoustic until the gang gets scratch enough for decent gear.
But I can shred, I tell you what friend.
I was looking at some examples of guitars I would love to have as a stage companion.
I like the one shaped like Africa, (I would want mine shaped like Iowa.)
I don't think I'll ever get one of those guitars but I sure could make one.
All I need is a working electric and then it's all about glueing feathers or bike parts, paint and caulking.
The one in the photo is ok, It looks like Paul Mcartneys bass in shape and I wouldn't want to wreck such a good prop, it's not so good for stage because of wiring problems, I don't trust it, sounds pretty.
Don't get me wrong, most of my songs need to be played acoustic, and I sure would feel nekkid on stage without my banjo (I have been nekkid on stage with my banjo and didn't feel as nekkid as if I had no banjo).
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