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in all honesty, i was never a great chet atkins fan. i have every respect for him, but his playing never really spoke to me. it didn't have the passion and recklessness that i tend to like. i saw him live once when i was young, and i was really impressed by his playing. he was so serenely masterful. maybe i just don't understand serenity. john lee hooker was his polar opposite. his knowledge of the guitar was less than rudimentary, but he made up for it by having true funk and a low-down, insinuating quality (especially in the late 50's and early 60's). i talk a lot about the blues, and i genuinely do love it, but it means more to me now than it ever has. it's my soundtrack, these days. musical taste has a lot to do with self-image. the reason i can't use the word hero is that for the past few years i've actually been making my world smaller, somewhat hopeless. heroes are something you aspire to. my image of the blues comes from hitting the little bars and fish houses in fort worth where some local blues player, nameless to the rest of the world, does his set. |
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they still let me ride on domestic flights, though. |
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