Taco Bells : Vadelma/Hawaii

I am an envious man.

I’ve always wanted to be a musician. How great it must be just to be able to pick up an instrument and make something useful out of it. But I lack the discipline, I’m a lazy bastard.

But, you know, in the end it’s not that important HOW you play, it comes down to WHAT you play. Can you make people feel what you feel? Can you make a sound that’s part of the very YOU? Hell, are you brave enough to bare a little bit of your SOUL?

In my books, THAT is a musician. The rest are just tools for somebody else’s visions, some hired hands, a pick-up band for Chuck Berry. Useful people, yes, but there’s no connection. ”I just work here”, if you know what I mean.

These guys can play for REAL. There’s some genuine emotion going on here, it’s a goddamn microcosmos of feeling waiting for you. No, drop the micro-, that’s making it sound like an understatement – how many expressions can one face make? It’s all here.

And what makes my heart really bleed is the sense of TRUST I hear, loud and clear. It’s that thing that only comes when you know that the other guy’s got your back no matter what. You can just ride the wild surf, he’ll be there if you fall – he’s Rambo. THAT is a musician.

These are good people.

And so I say, from the bottom of my green-with-envy heart:

Fuck you, guys. You did it .

- Tyrone D.C. Washington –