This weekend Jill, Jude and I visited Chris Kenney to watch his band perform on his front porch in Villa Rica. To say Chris plays guitar well is an understatement. I’ve Spent time with him and now witnessed him play electric. For his set, he clearly had a distinct style.
Jill thought he might be offended by this but I could close my eyes and clearly hear Joe Satriani. And it got me recalling my days of listening to him on cassette with my Sony Walkman with a 3 band graphic EQ. Thanks Chris.
I was taken back to when I was in high school and playing guitar was the only thing that mattered to me. I was neither a jock nor a band geek, I was a lone guitar guy in high school it seemed. Where now everyone plays. Not in blairsville did they in 1987.
So much of our lives change from adolescence and for the most part our dreams of ourselves are sucked into the vortex of responsibility.
For the rare few who escape this, I send this song. It is not cool by many standards but I have no shame. It is just what I held at the time to be my dream to make music like this. Thus the irony of the title.
