As I'm gathering impressions for new guitar builds, I'm reading Kerouac and driving around the NE for inspiration. It's fun to just get in the old car and just drive. No predetermined destination, no schedule. From a store in New Hampshire, I picked up a beat up old tweed suitcase from the forties that struck my fancy. We stopped by a derelict farm and Carla took this image of me, my vintage suitcase and the farm. It's a wonderful shot...
Here's a quote from Kerouac's "On the Road"
"Just ahead, over the rolling wheatfields all golden beneath the distant snows of Estes, I'd be seeing old Denver at last. I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was "Wow!"
Did you ever read Neil Peart's books?
Posted by: cw | November 17, 2010 at 06:14 AM