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Well, this is SORTA Jackson/Charvel related.
So I'm in my local *used* music shop.. They're big on vintage gear, you know expensive fenders in bad shape, and crappy-ass 60's guitars you used to smash for fun as a kid....
On the wall are a couple of RR3s.. I ask the guy behind the counter about them and he says " Oh, I wouldn't know anything about those guitars.."
"I see." I said, " If it doesn't say fender on it, you don't play it.."
"Yea.." he says.." "I don't know about Jacksons or Dokken or Cinderella.."
He's laughing as he says this, winking at his pal, who happens to think the last decent guitar was made in 1968.
It made me angry.. It made me angry because they were my age, yet clearly couldn't distinguish between bad image decisions and supurb musicianship, both of which filled that era..
It made me angry that they were so smug and comfortable in the fantasy that 8 chords and a crunchy tone played on a $5000.00 museum peice made them guitar players.
I didn't point out that while I was never a huge Cinderella fan, they could carry a tune and they used Gibson and Fenders, not Jacksons..
I also failed to point out that George Lynch could play circles around both of them, 20 of their buddies AND make an ESP sound good...
I certainly didn't point out that Jackson existed because some of the best technical virtuosos of the electric guitar wanted a guitar that was technicaly superior to what was available at the time, and that included their priceless Fenders and Gibsons and Gretches sitting on the wall.
Instead I pointed to the RR3 and said.. "It's too bad you can't tell me about that guitar.. I wanted to buy it.."
And I walked out.
Dickheads, each and everyone.... [img]graemlins/images/icons/mad.gif[/img]
[ July 09, 2003, 03:41 PM: Message edited by: 2Loud2Old ]
Well, this is SORTA Jackson/Charvel related.
So I'm in my local *used* music shop.. They're big on vintage gear, you know expensive fenders in bad shape, and crappy-ass 60's guitars you used to smash for fun as a kid....
On the wall are a couple of RR3s.. I ask the guy behind the counter about them and he says " Oh, I wouldn't know anything about those guitars.."
"I see." I said, " If it doesn't say fender on it, you don't play it.."
"Yea.." he says.." "I don't know about Jacksons or Dokken or Cinderella.."
He's laughing as he says this, winking at his pal, who happens to think the last decent guitar was made in 1968.
It made me angry.. It made me angry because they were my age, yet clearly couldn't distinguish between bad image decisions and supurb musicianship, both of which filled that era..
It made me angry that they were so smug and comfortable in the fantasy that 8 chords and a crunchy tone played on a $5000.00 museum peice made them guitar players.
I didn't point out that while I was never a huge Cinderella fan, they could carry a tune and they used Gibson and Fenders, not Jacksons..
I also failed to point out that George Lynch could play circles around both of them, 20 of their buddies AND make an ESP sound good...
I certainly didn't point out that Jackson existed because some of the best technical virtuosos of the electric guitar wanted a guitar that was technicaly superior to what was available at the time, and that included their priceless Fenders and Gibsons and Gretches sitting on the wall.
Instead I pointed to the RR3 and said.. "It's too bad you can't tell me about that guitar.. I wanted to buy it.."
And I walked out.
Dickheads, each and everyone.... [img]graemlins/images/icons/mad.gif[/img]
[ July 09, 2003, 03:41 PM: Message edited by: 2Loud2Old ]
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