I’m in one of those out-of-nowhere happy moods. Well, almost out-of-nowhere. From the very earliest days of when I’d begun to pick up electric guitars and make terrible parodies of melody on them, my goal was always that one day I wanted to be able to play the solo in the Iron Maiden song ‘The Trooper’ [Link]. That, I thought, clutching my plectrum with the frenetic passion of teenage enthusiasm, would mean I was a guitar GOD.
Well, this weekend, around seven years later, I finally achieved that goal 😀 Notes were fizzing off the fretboard and scorching white-hot marks into the air, etc. etc., and though I’m still far from being anything more than an earnest basher of strings, it’s damn satisfying to reach a point that in my mid-teen perceptions was just off-the-fucking-scale-and-atop-the-highest-mountain unreachable. 😀
Behold, the instrument of this face-melting musical achievement! The awesomness is somewhat offset by the flowery curtains in the background of the picture, sadly… this was taken in my old house, back in 2004, and it’s too much effort to unearth a camera to take a decent new snap 😉 :
It has served me well over the years, and long may it continue to do so!
I also just read this brilliant article about our oldest ancestor being a proton-powered rock (Yeah, I considered some sort of rock-music related pun segue into this, but for your sake, and mine, decided against it). It’s fascinating: if we’ve come from that – an existence so incomprehensibly different to what we know now – what’s waiting for us at the other end of the evolutionary scale?