Our Man In Europe, Dave Delacroix/now Belize: "GUITAR! GUITAR!"
(For LOIC, Mon frere dans Montmartre-Paris)
I KNEW A GERMAN KID IN LUDWIGSHAFEN who used to SLEEP with his Gibson Les Paul guitar. A white one. His dream. I never did tell him most of my OWN guitars had been smashed on stage, fricked out, stolen, 1 or 2... I stole too or, ON THE ROAD used them as a pillow, guitar-case blanket on concrete, in times of frustration threw them/SMASHED-NECK on the ground in hot deserts, Montana cold or California dew.
Played them at Music Festivals, Culture Festivals, Bars, Clubs, Roadhouses, House Parties, played/sang my heart out I guess...but invariably ON THE STREET, Winter, Summer, cold & sleet, my "TELL-TALE- HEART: (Edgar Allen Poe): Guitar-Guitar! Sometimes, not musically deranged, GITANO-MAN looking strange, FRANCOIS VILLION minstrel cursed perhaps (BAH!), other times I'd worship the guitar, their nubile shape, change the worn-out strings, get to short-string round the tuning pegs, make playable so the dammed things RING, 20 minutes MORE busking for medicine, 2 pitches of Budweiser at the nearest bar?
And ON THE ROAD, Guitar-Guitar! Crashed out in some alley, Guitar-pillowcase, TWICE stolen & papers, song lyrics, a change of clothes, gone!!! I'm passed out of course, drunk with the ghosts of beyond? Guitar? It doesn't matter. LIFE's choices, Men & Boys. Another Guitar? U meet some cool Gal. Get a "windfall". Back a Pony Winner. Cameo on a L.A."GONG SHOW!" Or HOOK A TUNE. Hollywood loves an un-invited talent adrift; but it's the MUSIC U share that stirs life's fresh brew... for the World?... Guitar-Guitar. Guitar-guitar. A Song. The Unique. And who U are.
Long time ago I met a kid in Ludwigshafen who used to sleep with his Guitar....
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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