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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Me and My Guitar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me and My Guitar</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are as one, the sum of the two wholes, <br>sometimes we're happy, sometimes we're sad, <br>when I am happy, Lester, thats the name of my guitar, <br>plays joyful, bouncy little tunes, that can bring a smile.<br>When I am sad, the dark phrygian sounds pour out that<br>emulate the death march of a requiem mass, or the crying<br>sounds of the blues ala Clapton, BB King, Stevie Ray, <br>Johnny Winter, Robert Cray, Gary Moore just to name a few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blues seem to be the best blend of music. It can be played at almost <br>any tempo. It can be straight forward 1,3,5 chordal progressions or my <br>favorite is more of a jazz fusion, up tempo, with lots of flat 5's.<br>Anyway the blues style is so versatile that almost anything goes.<br>Even the Dan (Steely Dan) had a song “show biz kids” that was a blues<br>song that used only 3 chords thru the entire song but with the jazz flavorings<br>that they added you would have thought more was going on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems these days, a lot of blues are flowing from my guitar. <br>Guess that kinda tells you where my head and heart are.<br>I'm going through one of those phases that we all seem to go through, <br>where “the shit has hit the fan” is dominant in my life. I just have to <br>keep ducking, and I keep a large beach towel close at hand. It is also, <br>as one of my friends told me, if tears were words, then there would be a lot<br>to say these days. Hmmm. I seem to be talking a lot the last few days.<br>Don't know that I have said anything. Certainly nothing of significance.<br>Just a lot of incoherent rambling and annoying my poet brothers and sisters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well I think I can feel another tune coming out, so I better pick up old<br>Lester, and we can dance the dance of fools one more time.<br>And a 1 and a 2 and a 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gomer LePoet...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gomer+LePoet">Gomer LePoet</a><div class=q>
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we are as one, the sum of the two wholes, 
sometimes we're happy, sometimes we're sad, 
when I am happy, Lester, thats the name of my guitar, 
plays joyful, bouncy little tunes, that can bring a smile.
When I am sad, the dark phr..."></div>
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