May the Great Guitar God Bless U.:biggrin: In your core sensibility, which is why you are a musician, you have clarity and character and a dearth of toxins.....and YOU are now a cherished exception here, in this thread which has morphed into a veritable, ad hoc pathology arena populated by malcontents. I, little me (tho only little on the outside)....have clearly, if unimaginably, become some kinda catalyst in the emerging of The Pathology.
And, it is not who I am, it is clearly, what I REPRESENT in some unwittingly festering human interiors.
And, PLEASE, IF YOU HAVE NOT, get recent autobio by Keith Richards!!!!!
I never was a Stones fan, never will be, forget, I find Mick ersatz-verging-on-repulsive in every way, with no real talent beyond his overweening ambition, shrewd business sense, and IGNOBLE willingness to shamefully exploit and try to emulate African-American artists who had/have ACTUAL talent.
But Keith has always intrigued me. And, in this book, he emerges as not only character driven, but smart as hell, erudite, literate, lovable, profound, empathetic, introspective, and beyond. When you come to feel sad that you are coming to the end of a given book (in this case, in ebook format), you know you chose well.
Please, again, if you haven't had this privilege yet....do not miss it!
As for the poor guy whose post you responded to (sadly, he is one of several here), Thoreau (one of my fav dead people) comes to mind: 'The Masses of men Lead Lives of Quiet Desperation" I am now moved to edit that, with this thread in mind, with the addendum...."and sometimes, the desperation is not so quiet."
U think Clapton is the greatest of all time? U think Hendrix was more showman than genius artist? Sincere questions.