"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.
But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken.
It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.
He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Thursday, August 21, 2008
A Transcribed, Text-ed Conversation Between Ronno and Me...
Ronno: Let me ask a dumb question. Does flat picking imply you hold your hand a certain way?
Me: Not exactly, it just means you play pick only, no fingers. Hold the pick however's comfortable.
Ronno: Word. Well what if I just use pick AND fingers? ...and skip this nonsense?
Me: That'd technically be called hybrid picking; Chet Atkins' style.
Ronno: Who the fuck is Chet Atkins? And who's really going to care which way I do it so long as I do it?
Me: (I do a mixture of hybrid and flat, fyi; just figure what works best for you. No rules, just right.)
Ronno: Yeah well... I was thinking about buying a new electric all year. But the past two weeks or so I've been leaning towards acoustic.
Me: You should really google Chet Atkins...he's kind of a big deal...
Ronno: Haha fuck you. I haven't been listening to a lot of music lately, unfortunately.
Me: He'd be like 90 years old--electric guitar pioneer.
Ronno: Oh. Well at least I could probably beat him up.
Me: Dammit, you win.
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