There's a new kid in town to put the challenge to the Wizard. He's a twenty-something who rides a moped and wears a funny helmet. I heard him playing his guitar yesterday. I couldn't help but notice, he was playing so loud. When you play loud you better have some chops, because if you don't, you're pretty much announcing to the world I can't play. I heard every wrong note the kid played for fifteen minutes or so before he quit. He wasn't playing anything musical, just this and that, but he was obnoxious about it. He had a clean sound, which I don't mind, but damn, play a song, play something. I don't want to hear your cranked-up doodling.
A short time later the Wizard responded with his tuned down distorted sound. I heard him playing Crazy Train almost to perfection. He wasn't playing overly loud, just loud enough to be heard. He broke into the lead part and I thought, ahh, that's better. Somebody with talent. Now, if he'd just play Long Live Rock n Roll by Rainbow things would be perfect.
A short time later the Wizard responded with his tuned down distorted sound. I heard him playing Crazy Train almost to perfection. He wasn't playing overly loud, just loud enough to be heard. He broke into the lead part and I thought, ahh, that's better. Somebody with talent. Now, if he'd just play Long Live Rock n Roll by Rainbow things would be perfect.
