April 6, 2006

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             On the Nature of Obsession and the Erotic: The New Guitar  



    Dave LOVES guitars, truly loves them.  And most of all, he loves the tone.  It transports him when it is just right.  He's just acquired two new guitars, both top of the line Taylors, and I find that I fade quickly into the background as his energies are directed elsewhere. 

    The only communication I've had since they arrived two days ago was an IM this morning in which he tells of his new love.

    Here's the IM, with my "k's" and "ah's" and "?'s" all left out. 

    D: with the house empty, i pulled her alone out of the case, deciding it wasn't fair to compare a mahogany/cedar to a cocobolo/engelmann, [he found himself liking the new cocobolo/englemann spruce one less than he thought he might and the one from the previous day more, the universe momentarily disordered] and as soon as i gave her a hard strum, she woke up!

    D: with a little more power given her, she punched out the most complex, beautiful music i'd ever heard. power! she played like a pro, and i was immediately taken away! i played, and played, and played some more. she was singing like she had been waiting for someone who knew how to touch her, like she was saying...drive me, and i'll show you what i've got...
     
    D: SHE CANT BE PLAYED SOFT!!! can you believe it? once you dig in a bit, she opens up and flys. what an experience! and what a guitar! i looked at the clock and i had been lost in her for over 3 hours, and i had NO idea!!
    D: shes like an exotic sports car, she needs to be driven hard...its what she was born to do, but even lightly played she didnt sound bad, just not fantasastic, but really played...WOW !!!
     
    D: i cant wait to play her again!
     
     
    Having thought this over for a while, I began to feel the vibe and paraphrased the IM, not to make it literature, but to make the underlying eroticism more explicit.

    Unbuttoning her coat, I pulled her close.  My hands roaming her body, I gave her a hard strum.  She awakened to me, the beginnings of the music we would make together escaping her throat in small, sweet moans. 

    Joined, with our shared power, we punched out the most complex, beautiful music I'd ever heard.  What can I say.  I was taken away!  We played, and played, and played and she sang with me like she had been waiting for someone who knew how to touch her, like she was an exotic sports car, taunting me, "Drive me, baby, and I'll show you what I've got..."

    And so I did.  That music we made, it weren't no soft music.  Push her, she opens up and flies.  I looked at the clock and I had been lost in her for over 3 hours.  I had NO idea!!

    She needs to be driven hard, it's what she was born to do, but even in the slow times, she ain't bad.

    mp3 of Guitar Love Song is here>

     

    pearlbamboo

    copyright e.p. hodges

     

     

Comments (6)

  • Did you have a cigarette afterwards or just go to sleep? Ha, just kidding. Music is a very sensual medium. Glad you enjoyed this time.

  • ::giggle::  Yeah, you're turning me on a bit, too.  I love the power of music.  My brother can tell you the difference between guitars and the ones he likes best to play different songs.  The songs he plays are usually hard or full of tension.  It's his style, his passion, his attention, his neuroticism.  I imagine it's what's kept him from finding the right woman for him yet.  My dad's waiting for him to get laid, but he has to find a woman he respects as much (and, more difficult these days, who respects herself!) as he loves his music.  Capable of passion play, he also believes in a reverent, fervent love.  I applaud him, and your friend, and you.

  • ah, boureeMusique, the story of this newest guitar is here - http://www.appalachianbluegrass.com/rtaylor.html - of englewood spruce and cocobolo wood (an interesting combination) it's from buffalobrothers (http://www.buffalobrosguitars.com/r.taylor.html),  who told him it was even better than the prototype, which he also covets and played before it returned to california.  

    i've learned to hear some of the differences already - it really is fascinating stuff.  the violin uses only spruce and maple, so there is nothing like this happening there. 

    as for finding the right woman, it's not yet clear to me that D's passion for this instrument can be equaled by one for a woman - too soon to tell..... 

  • guitars all have songs in them that want to come out ... they have their preferences as to what they want played on them and how ... the best ones have several different kinds of things they want to have the musician play

  • now that is beautifully echoed. And I can understand people with their passion for guitar...

  • interesting transposition... making love to the instrument is an old critical metaphor in music, but you have given it a new relevance.

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