This cool new painting reminds me of a good tune. And a good tune reminds me of a good guitar. Last night my niece and nephews were over at the house. I had been away all week in Ciudad Juarez while they were vacationing in Tucson, partying at my house like Speedy Gonzalez and friends with no cat to keep them in check. They're from Sinaloa state in Mexico. Jessica is the oldest and has a degree in music. They're all pretty good musicians. Well, as I was saying, last night the big cat was home and we plugged in all our instruments and danced and played good tunes till the wee hours. Yes, we got some good grooves going and I had my "fat" tele plugged in most of the night. The telecaster is my favorite electric guitar. I've owned a couple. This one is called a "fat" tele because instead of the one, single-coil pickup that the classic telecasters are known for it has a single coil and a humbucker. The extra humbucking pickup with the guitar's five-way switch make for some real nice sounds. I hardly ever use any effects, just run it through a sweet little Fender Deluxe 90 and I'm able to squeeze all the juice out of it I want. Anyway, I wish you could've heard us. We had some serious tex-mex grooves going that would've made you cry...for a variety of reasons. Someday I'll need to tell the stories of my other guitars and my old pianos (I've had 5). They are like old lost loves so it's a little painful to talk about them publicly...but I'm sure it will bring relief and the old dusty memories will have you reaching for a warm beer to cry in.
