birdnutz74

I can't remember the source for this film footage. Yesterday, I went to the local Guitar Center mega shop for the second time since it moved to the Carolina Lowcountry one hundred and forty three years ago. I ventured there with a friend who wanted to see some classical guitars. We went to the acoustic room and there was some guy beating and banging on a steel string acoustic dreadnaught guitar.
Way Beyond Really Loud, Wide Sweeping Motion of his Pick Hand/Arm, Almost In-Tune Power Chords reminiscent of the sound produced at a Medieval Cat Burning Crusade.
To say he was bad is an understatement. He was being accompanied by his teenage kids who played guitar and banjo. They were just kids and I think that they were a bit embarrassed by Papa. He could care less! He was In Concert!

My friend, a fine Bass Player named Riley Hart, was unable to take the noise and quickly left the room. I told him that I thought it was probably a Zombie Band that was in rehearsal because they got a gig tonight at a Zombie Funeral.

I owned a small music store in the Carolina Lowcountry and was used to strange people stumbling into my rather eclectic premises. We had an occasional visitor I called Lightning Bob because of his habit of coming in the front door, plugging in a solid body electric guitar, turning up the amp (but not too loud) and.....WAHOO!...I'm On Fire! Turns out Lightning Bob didn't know any chords but he sure knew how to tap the strings all up and down the fingerboard and other parts. I didn't mess with him. He wasn't hurting anybody.

The guy in Guitar Center, combined with Lightning Bob could be my eternal punishment. Maybe they could start a band.