|I don't put a whole lotta stock in . . .
||[May. 13th, 2016|06:17 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
. . . bein' able to play past the 19th fret or so, and then only occassionally. For decades screaming pentatonic licks from the 21st to the 24th frets were the very definition of musicianship. Hell, if you could scream the blues from two and a half octaves above the cowboy chords, you weren't just the bee's knees, you were the whole fuckin' bee, goddammit! Nowadays I require a high-side cutaway, but I couldn't tell you how many frets my individual guitars have. Enough. That's how many: enough.