Ben's blues

quill

Oh, my holy noodles. Another bloody 12-bar in E, and what’s worse, it’s a slow blues. Every guitar player who deems it appropriate to play a slow blues in E, in this the 21st, should be roasted like a head of garlic, smeared across a toasted focaccia, undecorously lost in the application of said focaccia to the soaking-up of the last traces of a tomato sauce off of a cracked porcelain plate, and promptly forgotten. Starting with me.

I have dear friends, who will kindly play and let me noodle. You don’t have to forgive me, but I do ask that you forgive them, for they know not what they do.