Playing electric guitar onstage always lets me express all my emotions, in ways I can't do in public.
I like to whip bass players with my guitar cord, and while that sounds too easy to do, it resulted in firings,
and that's the bass players who didn't like it. I also had to sand down my head-stock once a year,
to smooth out all the dings from helping drummers play cymbals, always wanting to add some extra shots.
Throwing my guitar around, getting down on the stage, getting down on the dance floor, always wonder-full.
With a setting I can get I can hit my guitar out with my hip and let it hit my hip to make the sound,
being able to play rhythm with one hand on the frets, or a pick, making it easy to help the keyboard player.
Sword-fighting, jabbing, rubbing it against the amp for mellow tones and the mike for strident ones,
dry-humping the tremolo unit with a notch in the side of the amp, that's a lot of tension and release,
and just think, I could play guitar onstage three or four days in a row before it went out of tune.
Good thing I made my own lefty. Oh! Here's my newest, not glued together.
Somewhere, under the rainbow, blue birds hide, they know, all about this new virus,
because, when they wear masks they can't fly.
as always, John Watt