Friday, August 22, 2008

365 # 53: Robert H.

You started every lesson with about five minutes of random wank-off noodling, complete with all the cornball guitar faces ever to come out of the 70's and 80's. Perhaps it was meant to show me how great I could be if I practiced for 12 hours a day and adopted the David Lee Roth look that you had so perfected. It truly was an uncanny resemblance. Rock was your thing, but you didn't seem to like any of this new school stuff I was interested in learning how to play. Still, I can credit you with pointing me towards the blues as the key to understanding rock. I like to think you're still out there somewhere getting paid to teach teenagers how to play "Purple Haze."

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