I'm joining Pat's band on rhythm guitar to play for an Elsevier marketing conference. Pat comes to visit me to see if I'm ready because the gig's a week away. I'm nervous as hell, and he's trying to give me a pep talk.
Suddenly, we're standing in a forest and Pat tells me to plug my guitar into a large, nearby boulder because he likes the way it resonates. Then, he rubs dirt and mud all over the boulder and tells me that that'll help open up the sound.
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Great, why not tell the WORLD my secret, Dave?!
Pat knows what he's doing, Dave. With 100-Watt heads, those Marshall basalt rocks really deliver power without compromising clarity. And if you can find a good limestone woofer to stack on it without it falling off and starting an avalanche, that baby'll give you enough gain to scare off every animal in the forest.
I also recommend the pinecone foot-pedal for that crunchy distortion sound.
After all, what better way to play rock music than through a rock?
Was the pep talk like "Dave, if you make even the SLIGHTEST mistake I will hear it and you will be fired."
And did Pat speak it in a Norwegian accent like Knute Rockne and then toss you a kipper as positive reinforcement?
Puns are very effective motivational tools, you know.
Actually, I played some riff for you and you had to try really hard to hide your disappointment. I remember you saying something about practicing 2 hrs a night until the gig.
Then you pulled a tremendously long weed out of the ground and said that it's roots were in Elizabeth and that it grew all the way to Manhattan (we were in Manhattan, I guess before it was populated and still mostly forrest).
Been meaning to ask you what you meant by pulling up that weed... whether it was a metaphor or something. Well?
The weed represented the history of rock n roll. Every mile was equal to 1 year. I wanted you to tap into to Rock n Roll history to give you inspiration.
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