JHC! Asking me if I'm a shoegazer is not only a serious question, but dangerous too.
I have to start by saying I was a bright and shining face singing in the church choir.
The carryover from that is the most important part of my appearance anywhere.
I was a stagegazer at first, in some bands, with paper on the floor to help me out,
and a stageturner in others, with papers on top of my amp to get me through.
Only one song eluded me for over a week, rumpled and crumpled with the echo units.
The custom stage shoes I ordered when I first began playing in Toronto full time changed me.
I'd be moving around on the sides of my feet, the insides, on my toes and heels,
getting into Elvis style, soul and funk, as well as my acting out with my guitar and cord,
using the cord to lash the bassist, waving it across female legs, hitting cymbals with my headstock.
I passed on jumping offa amps and PAs, chipping a tooth when I jumped offa three foot high stage,
and I wasn't a hard rock hero anyway, being more of a prancer and dancer.
Aaaaah, the good old days, crawling on the dance floor, licking girls behind their knees, if I could.
If I'm going to play my best, musically, I'll be standing there, my body bopping with the rhythm,
watching my fingers on the fingerboard, with my floppy left foot for wah-wah and volume and the right for effects.
Once I start moving, even just to change a setting, it's hard to stop.
Especially if instead of bowing I'm using a riding crop.
Despite all the lights that have shone on me,
that heavenly transport hasn't come down to take me away, so far,
the one public effect I haven't hit on, yet...