I was going through some old boxes at my folks and found this old guitar book my uncle had given me when I started learning guitar. VARIETY: 90 Most Enjoyed Guitar Songs USING ONLY SIX CHORDS never got much use in my hands because (a) I was completely occupied with punk and metal at the time and (b) I barely recognized any of the 90 included songs. It was published in 1966, but it seems all the songs in it were written eons before that year.
I couldn’t then and can’t now bring myself to chuck the book. I feel like the covergirl is singing directly to me. She’s not looking at me, but she’s thinking about me. She’s not playing the guitar, and neither are the dolts with her. They’re faking it while she lip-syncs to the Rosie and the Originals song “Angel Baby” playing on the hi-fi out of frame. The guy to the right of her thought he could impress her by bringing back three cheap guitars from Tijuana specifically so they could form a fake band. The poor sap is going to be heart-broken when he finds out the reason she wanted to form a fake band in the first place was to impress me. Her mom forced her to include her mentally challenged brother in the band as way to unload part of the responsibility of caring for him. “When he’s pretending to play the guitar, he doesn’t make that repetive screaming noise,” her mother mentioned to her bridge buddy, Dot.
Her efforts worked. The yellow-sweatered girl caught me hook, line, and yeah, I’m using a cliche. I’ve got to wrap up this post. We’re headed to lookout point after this in my beetle, and there’s only so much room.
