Since the dawn of civilization, the cheap electric guitar in the hands of the enthusiastic novice has amazed and confounded the world. A neighbor once, after hearing the few opening notes of Tull's "New Day Yesterday" a few hundred times at full volume, stopped and offered his critique. He including commentary on what a delinquent and bad son I was. After measured consideration, I went and demanded an apology. He was out cleaning his handgun in his motorhome parked in driveway. He admitted to being out of line regarding my relationship with my mother but, begged that I play something else on the guitar. I went on to explore booming power chords and my patented, "Cat In A Bag" solos. (sounds like screeching cat, in a bag, hence the name)
There's a wig for every head , an ass for every seat and a song in every heart. Sometimes that song may escape and go on a rampage.
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