IF: guitar

KERRRRRANG!!!
I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember
That it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember
That it wasn’t at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
and the precise angle
From which to strike.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was
Ooh…
Dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully,
And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.
So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall!!
I smashed it against the floor!!
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader!!
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson…
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!
I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bed
I raised my guitar high above my head and
Just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
My father woke up screaming:
“Stop! Wait a minute! Stop it,boy!
what do you think you’re doing???
That’s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!”
And I said “God damn it, Daddy!!! You know I love you…..
BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!

Love and Death and An American Guitar by Jim Steinman

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