Cool Dream
So, like, I had one of those really cool dreams that seemed so real and I felt so cool when I woke up from it this morning.
I am totally stoked about the Queen concert in Chicago on March 23. The band kicks off its US leg of the tour tomorrow in Miami. I think I have been reading guitarist Brian May's blog too much (www.brianmay.com, Brian's Soapbox), but it is really interesting. It is nice to know that not all rock gods are idiots, that one can be educated, be a good businessman, be a good family man, be compassionate as well as informed, and make the guitar sing and the women swoon. Besides, I like to know what is really going on inside the heads of other musicians, not to mention all of the crazy goings on behind the scenes. Brian's blog is the next best thing to meeting the guy. He even answers some of the comments he gets on his posts, which is really cool. Okay, it is cool if you are a Brian May fan. I know I am a geek and a fanatic and I am okay with that. Oh yeah, my dream:
I dreamt that I was allowed to go to Queen's sound-check. I was watching the techs do their thing and I was able to see all of the guitars off to the side of the stage. I noticed that one of them in the lot was the famous Red Special--special, because it is truly one of a kind. You see, Brian and his dad made that guitar out of spare parts, including a fire place mantle. Brian has played that guitar all throughout his career and the tone that comes out of it is amazing (I told you I am a geek).
Anyhow, the guitar tech noticed me gawking at "Red" and asked me if I would like to pick it up and play it. I was like, "Oh no. I couldn't. I shouldn't." Some guitarists are real picky about other people touching their axes. The tech egged me on. "C'mon. It's cool," he said. "Just hold it, " and with that, he forced it into my grubby little hands. I remember looking down at it in my dream, all wide-eyed and I could clearly see every detail on the fret board and the body, including the usual wear and tear over time. I remember thinking to myself, "I feel so cool right now. Do you know how much this guitar has seen throughout the years? How many songs have been composed on it?" The feeling was so incredible, I wanted to cry.
I think I woke up with my hands still holding on to that guitar!
I am totally stoked about the Queen concert in Chicago on March 23. The band kicks off its US leg of the tour tomorrow in Miami. I think I have been reading guitarist Brian May's blog too much (www.brianmay.com, Brian's Soapbox), but it is really interesting. It is nice to know that not all rock gods are idiots, that one can be educated, be a good businessman, be a good family man, be compassionate as well as informed, and make the guitar sing and the women swoon. Besides, I like to know what is really going on inside the heads of other musicians, not to mention all of the crazy goings on behind the scenes. Brian's blog is the next best thing to meeting the guy. He even answers some of the comments he gets on his posts, which is really cool. Okay, it is cool if you are a Brian May fan. I know I am a geek and a fanatic and I am okay with that. Oh yeah, my dream:
I dreamt that I was allowed to go to Queen's sound-check. I was watching the techs do their thing and I was able to see all of the guitars off to the side of the stage. I noticed that one of them in the lot was the famous Red Special--special, because it is truly one of a kind. You see, Brian and his dad made that guitar out of spare parts, including a fire place mantle. Brian has played that guitar all throughout his career and the tone that comes out of it is amazing (I told you I am a geek).
Anyhow, the guitar tech noticed me gawking at "Red" and asked me if I would like to pick it up and play it. I was like, "Oh no. I couldn't. I shouldn't." Some guitarists are real picky about other people touching their axes. The tech egged me on. "C'mon. It's cool," he said. "Just hold it, " and with that, he forced it into my grubby little hands. I remember looking down at it in my dream, all wide-eyed and I could clearly see every detail on the fret board and the body, including the usual wear and tear over time. I remember thinking to myself, "I feel so cool right now. Do you know how much this guitar has seen throughout the years? How many songs have been composed on it?" The feeling was so incredible, I wanted to cry.
I think I woke up with my hands still holding on to that guitar!
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