I'm not going to lie, but I am typing this sentence at a pretty good clip because I want to go play my electric guitar. Evening is wrapping up fast, not much light left, and there are moody clouds due for rain. I am upstairs and I can sit in the wide window that faces the street and Mt. Hood and plug in the amp and twiddle the dial to a synthetic pedal preset that I created. It's kind of ethereal like Frusciante's The Empyrean. I'm playing a Telecaster I got used a couple years ago. Its action is so light and easy that I'm bending notes I don't even mean to. It's like trying to fret across the belly of a ticklish finch. You have to be delicate.
Jeff Holt
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