An Electric Letter
Dear Electric Guitar,
I have recently rediscovered you. I bought you (Fender American Strat) on a whim on a particularly gloomy weekend. When I first became familiar with you (15 years old) I was not mature enough at the time to realize your potential and power. Playing in the band, Neutral, at the age of the 18, I was not ready to bend notes correctly, listen to tonal nuances, and know when enough was enough. My accuracy and patience had not developed. Almost ten years later, I can fully appreciate your crunch and squeal and emulate the sound of my favorite tracks. I’ve spend time with you every day for the last few months. I think you may have the potential to trick me back into songwriting. After all… my best songs were originally written on you during those quiet nights at home. It’s good to feel a plastic pick scrape delicately across your six steel strands. I’ve missed you. Welcome back.
- Jon B
GooSe like.
Always good to have those things that bring you back. Grounded in your roots, you can always see the future more clearly.