I keep having this
recurring nightmare about
my abalone fret inlays,
which is funny because I
don't even have abalone
fret inlays, at least not
on an acoustic guitar.
That's what makes the
whole thing so vicious -
the dream starts out
wonderful. I'm at a party
of sorts and someone says,
"Come on, Blaine, play
something for us" or
something like that and I
reluctantly agree with a
little smile, and pull out
this beautiful custom-shop
acoustic with these
amazing inlays, like
little snowflakes with a
crescent moon at the 12th
fret, intricate, yet
decievingly simple and
classy. I'm smiling a
little as I pull it out of
it's case because I know
that I'm about to melt
some faces. In the dream
every time this next part
goes a little different,
sometimes I say "this is
something I wrote the
other day, tell me if it's
any good", or sometimes I
say "This is one by an old
friend of mine" and then I
start playing a Neil Young
song, or sometimes I play
Fur Elise by Beethoven and
wait for the collective
"Oh, damn" that comes from
everyone, or sometimes I
just start improvising and
the entire crowd falls
silently as the
improvisation picks up
momentum and then I smile
to myself as the piece
crescendos into a cadence
evocative of a classical
piece yet hip and new all
at the same time, or
sometimes I just jam the
blues and start singing,
"Hey hey, Hey hey, baby,
hey" and everyone gets
into it. Anyway, no matter
what happens, I blow
everyone away, and this
part is always the same:
somebody says, "Man you
really kick ass at the
guitar, man, how did you
get so good?" and I say,
inevitably, "Oh, thanks
man, electric is more my
thing, I just noodle
around with acoustics."
And then I laugh a little
and look down to brush off
an imaginary speck of dust
on my guitar... and I
notice something;
something not right.
one of the abalone inlays
has come unset and is
hinging off of it's
neighbor piece, delicately
hanging on to the guitar.
I watch in horror as it
falls off, floating to the
ground - the snowflake
come to life. Suddenly all
of the inlays are rotting
out of the guitar, and and
i'm staring horrified as
my beautiful guitar and my
pride disintegrate in
front of everyone.
so, we were told by higher
athorities to start
blogging so people could
get in touch with the
band. that made us wonder
how many people actually
view our page. we get a
pretty steady number of
plays. dont really know
how, but apparently we've
got some real fans (whom
we love dear). but
seriously people if your
out there please let us
know. we will gladly talk
to you. we need something
to do in this small shity
town. we're still
practicing and writting
new song for you guys out
there. spread the news. i
think thats a good way to
start off.
