"I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!
I rember every little thing
as if it happened only yesterday.
I was barely seventeen...and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a telecaster
or a stratocaster
, but I do remember that it had a heart of chrome
, AND A VOICE LIKE A HORNY ANGEL
I don't remember if it was a telecaster of a stratocaster, but I do remember that it wasn't, at all, eeeasy
It required the combination of the right power chords, and the precise
angle from which to strike!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards, and the blood was dark and rich, like wild berries
. The blood of the guitar was chopped berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterward, but it rung. Out. Beautifully
And I was able to play notes that I'd never. Even. Heard. Before.
So I took my guitar
, and I smashed it against the wall
! I Smashed it against the floor! I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader! Smashed it against the hood of a car! Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson!
THE HARLEY HOWLED IN PAIN!
THE GUITAR HOWLED IN HEAT!
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom... Mom-mee
, and Dad-dee
in the moonlight.
Slowly, I opened the door, creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar! HIGH! ABOVE! MY HEAD!
as I was about to bring the guitar, crashing down upon the center of the bed, my father woke up screaming!:
! Wait a minute! STOP IT BOY
! What do you think you're doin'? That's
no way to treat an expensive
And I said:
"GOD. DAMMIT. DAD-DEE
! You know I love you... BUT YOU'VE GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL