New Yorker Print - Limited Edition of 4

I have a friend who plays guitar I've worked with thousands, but none quite like him. His chord choices, the melodies and the riffs that he plays They can only come from within. He's been out living as a big rock star But that's not quite the world that you'd think. It's a rugged, rough struggle of perseverance and passion And your life flashes by in a blink. He isn't a shredder as are many these days Never cramming notes where they don't belong. He is tasteful and creative, a sound so original His strings envelop the songs. He has no need to display some arrogant plumage. He doesn't show off with any thousand-note solos. He doesn't do intros that are way too long. His moody style transcends virtuoso. A music teacher once told me that "Music is the silence between notes" If that is true, then his silence is golden As I love every song that he's wrote. So all you pickers, players and shredders in garages or with gold albums on the wall. Take a lesson, from this humble man You needn't over play at all. But don't think that he is timid or without some flair Don't make boastful quips that you think are so witty. If the mood and the moment strikes him just so He can make that guitar sound like Godzilla destroying a city.

Print:Giclee on Photo Paper

Size:8 W x 10 H x 0.1 D in

Size with Frame:13.25 W x 15.25 H x 1.2 D in

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