A Human Movement
on who I believe
I don't believe no one. Save for the bridges, cheese graters, ghost like vapors and fine wools and linens which keep me on track.
I believe in estrangement, an all pervasive unaccountability that rides the mind's crest of generations. I believe in double negatives such that when nothing is nowhere, something is somewhere, not nowhere, some somewhere, top topless, made immaterial, used brand new, circle square, firm soft, reliable force too strong to imagine, straight twist that in which we come through headways leaves us not guessing.
I place my belief on the fundamentally incorrect, and I think you'll find that anytime you believe something it will be because of this too.
email SPAM dream poem, as impressive as ever (edits mine)
Subject: Re: Your money. salt rheum
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For some unknown reason, the guitar bug has bit me like a shark in the last 48 hours, and so of all the darn things, I turn up this??
Some time in 1970?
Is that a Mustang? a Duo-Sonic? Wha?!?! This must be some kind of a joke. What is John McLaughlin doing with that guitar... What is it? It is a Mustang. No it's a duo-sonic. I always figured homeboy played a L-5, or at the smallest an es-335 for his Miles stuff... but this is too cruel. Pictures or accounts online of what exactly McLaughlin used while playing with Davis, 1970-71 are slim to none. I found these, snatched them up and they have really sent me for a loop. What is that tiny guitar? Why is strapped to Mahavishnu? and How does he make it sound like anything that might sound like what his stuff with Miles sounds like? Seriously, can any aged vet of the fusion scene be of assistance?
It's dateless, some time in the 70's... but Ahh, finally, like cool water this makes sense. Back to reality, a varitone'd 335 with a big old DiMarzio PAF in da neck, now that makes sense. Completely. Phew... but still, what is he playing up there with Miles?
It's 1969, McLaughlin is in the States laying down the sound with Tony Williams Lifetime and he does it with a Mustang?!?! Was I the last to know this? What is going on? Maybe he forgot his usual guitar and was loned this Fender toy. Or, gulp, maybe he really is from another universe and can do anything he wants?This Italian guy
is sticking with the Mustang thesis... I am shocked. The guitar on Live/Evil, Bitches Brew and Devotion is from a Mustang? It's Flabbergasting. Why doesn't Fender market this fact? This really makes me re-think about what is possible and what matters.
It also makes me want to fix up my Mustang...? I mean.
Ope, it's 1978 and
Note the light, note the 335. Phew. Ahh. Thank you John McLaughlin.
I guess this starts to make more sense now?
*On a sidenote, I have recently discovered that the Jack Johnson Sessions make THEE best bicycle riding music, especially as the sun is setting.
Gratuitous Guitar pics
I often sing a song called, "oh I never should have sold my Hagstrom III"
P.S. Anyone take a look at what me and my Fireglo Rick 330 did. So perfect. I mean, really C'mon, look at those toaster pickups.