guitar legend

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Man, they say this guy could play a guitar like a sexy woman.

Make her purr, make her hum. Organismic sounds.

He get her talkin’ baby more than Frampton.

His laid down hot licks that set off sparks.

It was rumoured his talent had a little nudge from a certain fiend, I mean friend.

One last awesome tour, his goateed, physically handicapped (his feet were problems) friend as guest artist.

That guy fiddled something wicked.

But, guitar man, he really was on fire, like spontaneous combustion.

No one’s ended a set like that man. He’s one mean guitar legend.

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge #55

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30 thoughts on “guitar legend

  1. ghostmmnc March 5, 2016 / 2:07 pm

    This reminds me of the Charlie Daniels Band song ‘the Devil went Down to Georgia’ with the fiddle player and the deal made with the musician. Love your story…what a concert that would be! :)

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    • taleweavering March 5, 2016 / 5:42 pm

      That’s the song I was referencing in my mind when I introduced his friend! Good call!

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  2. afairymind March 4, 2016 / 10:08 am

    Somehow I get the feeling that he’d made a deal that has now become due! I love how you’ve told it through the eyes of someone in the audience. Very well done. :)

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  3. mandibelle16 March 4, 2016 / 1:29 am

    Love the poem/story and your tone in the poem. Lots of alluding to this guitar playing rockstar who maybe more “fiend” or helped by one. Great job!

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    • taleweavering March 4, 2016 / 5:22 am

      Thanks, Lori. That’s quite the compliment coming from a story teller as excellent as yourself.

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      • Lori Carlson March 4, 2016 / 5:38 am

        You are most welcome, Phylor… and thanks, although I consider myself mediocre at best ;)

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  4. The Voice March 1, 2016 / 8:59 pm

    I think I saw that guy play back in the day at the Fillmore East. Hell of a show. I think some band called Brimstone opened. Yeah, those were the days. Good story!

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    • taleweavering March 1, 2016 / 9:14 pm

      Glad you got a chance to catch his gig! Here there’s going to be a reunion tour of Brimstone!
      Thanks!

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  5. Sonya March 1, 2016 / 7:48 pm

    He should not have made a deal with his fiddler, I suppose. Great how you told a story while it looks and sounds like a poem – fab stuff!

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  6. summerstommy2 March 1, 2016 / 5:50 pm

    That misled youth and hipster lingo comes out my friend…..though you can’t help but admire a great guitarist….

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    • taleweavering March 1, 2016 / 9:17 pm

      Tis true! And, I did get a chance to see a few good guitarists — but nothing up there like the legend! Well, not quite — his guitar didn’t catch on fire!

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      • summerstommy2 March 1, 2016 / 9:43 pm

        We’ve been blessed with a few wonderful guitarists in our life time….

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  7. Priceless Joy March 1, 2016 / 4:31 pm

    Wonderful poem! I really liked this, “But, guitar man, he really was on fire, like spontaneous combustion.” It goes with the prompt well.

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