guitar

[constantine]

there are so many things to say
that I shiver within my own inadequacy
perplexed, mute, my fingers numb
and weary, mind rooted
in the swirling mists of the unexpressed,
notes beyond notes, chords
my fingers cannot span...
and I watch him upon the stage
and I envy him in his virtuosity,
the stream of rhythm that could last forever
the endless variations upon a theme
the accentuations that tweak and pick and fleck
like cues from a mother's eye, extracting both
the pain and the pleasure,
so many things to say that I shiver
lost within the fading resonance

[Barry]

immanent sustain, that guitar has, does it not?

Peace,
Barry

[Nazz]

Not many things sexier than a guitar. Pretty much covers the full range of expression and trip.

Was listening to a show about Les Paul on the radio. Crazy what that guy came up with. He made his first guitar from a piece of railroad track, or something like that.

[Perdida]

I can see him Constantine, tweaking and picking and flecking.

Enjoyed.

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