I have been marinating my mind around the beauty of the Guitar
and “Guitar Rock” these past few days.

Since my guitar show experience,
I have watched all of my guitar concert DVD collections, repeatedly.

G3 Live in Concert (Satch, Vai, Johnson)
G3 Live in Denver (Satch, Vai, Malmsteen)
G3 Live in Tokyo (Satch, Vai, Petrucci)
Eric Johnson ““ Live from Austin, Texas
Queen live at Wembley Stadium
Queen Tribute Concert
Motley Crue, Lewd, Crued and Tattooed
Bon Jovi the Crush Tour
U2 Live from Boston

Plus I also rented,

Mr. Big Live in San Francisco
And Dream Theater Live in Budokan (I did, Sly, and it was beyond words!)

And next on my Netflix queue:

Dream Theater Images and Words
Tribute to Stevie Ray Vaughan
Styx: Return to paradise
Tesla: Five Man Video Band
Yngwie Malmsteen Concerto Suite
Eric Johnson: Fine art of guitar
Paul Gilbert: Space Ship Live
Thomas the Tank Engine: Best of Thomas
Steve Vai: Live at the Astoria

And I am going to watch them all repeatedly too.

Anyways,
since the concert,
I have figured out
how I will be able to play like
a Rock and Roll Guitar God!

And this is how I would do it.

I have given this a lot of thought so,
listen carefully, because I don’t think I can utter this again.

The only way for me to become an awesome Guitar Player is to:

Practice

Grow extra fingers!

And since I don’t live near a nuclear plant
so I could bask myself in radiation,
I believe the next best thing is to
shove my hand inside the microwave,
set in on high, and nuke it for a good 20 minutes.

Yes!
That is it!

Either that,
or go to Mississippi,
wait in the middle of a crossroad,
on a hot summer day,
and sell my soul to the devil.

I would do it.
It’s just that I am worried, he might think my soul isn’t worth shit.

Plus he might make me do other stuff.

Like, make me switch religion,
jump up and down Oprah’s couch,
Get Katie Holmes pregnant, and eat the placenta.

Just like that famous actor, whose name shall remain Tom anonymous.

But I don’t want to be like that.

The only thing that guy and I have in common,
is that we both hate everybody.

Yes, I do.
I feel that most of the time. sometimes.

Not you of course.

I don’t hate you.
I like you.

You read my website.

You’re awesome!