| The Ferrett ( @ 2008-03-25 20:04:00 |
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I hadn't realized until now that to me, Boston was the distilled essence of guitarness. Perhaps that was because I don't see "Foreplay/Long Time" as a particularly guitar-y song - mostly organ-y and bass-y, aside from that delicious acoustic lick in the center. (Which, despite the fact that quick switches are generally my Achilles Heel, I can nail every time.)
But playing "Peace of Mind" on Rock Band for the first time?
Oh, my friends, I was weeping. In purest exulation. For I was the one playing that beautiful solo for the first time, doing one of the best riffs ever created, bringing the band around for those mini-drum solos that I've played so many times from the other end.
I was one with the music. I was suffused. I was crucified upon the wood of a Scholz Rockman, tears streaming down my face as I merged with every guitar played in the 1970s and was lifted.
Then, of course, I brought in my bass player. She, too, wept.
I hadn't realized until now that to me, Boston was the distilled essence of guitarness. Perhaps that was because I don't see "Foreplay/Long Time" as a particularly guitar-y song - mostly organ-y and bass-y, aside from that delicious acoustic lick in the center. (Which, despite the fact that quick switches are generally my Achilles Heel, I can nail every time.)
But playing "Peace of Mind" on Rock Band for the first time?
Oh, my friends, I was weeping. In purest exulation. For I was the one playing that beautiful solo for the first time, doing one of the best riffs ever created, bringing the band around for those mini-drum solos that I've played so many times from the other end.
I was one with the music. I was suffused. I was crucified upon the wood of a Scholz Rockman, tears streaming down my face as I merged with every guitar played in the 1970s and was lifted.
Then, of course, I brought in my bass player. She, too, wept.