This is a Frank Zappa title. I think it was, yes indeed, guitar performances.
The thing is, is that the thing is. My philosophy.
I never have heard this work, or really can say whether it is an album, I think it is, but what caught my eye and mind the day I saw this in the record store was the attitude.
Tools of the trade this, can’t do this without that, don’t have the right guitar, don’t have a studio, don’t have a record deal, don’t have the right strings, aren’t good enough, suck badly, can’t sing, can’t play, can’t, can’t, can’t, well, yeah, all of these objections and excuses are pointless so why don’t you just shut up and play yer guitar? Love the concept. Love the truth. This was long before Nike and their Just Do It slogan.
The biggest lesson in life, is that there is no lesson. Very simple. Those motivated and obsessed are simply being what they are, play the guitar or whatever without apology and without a buttload or requirements. And they may suck. And they may not. But they are what they are.
I have a recording of OED from 1979 somewhere. Nope, I didn’t make it. My buddy Moby Bristow pulled out his little portable cassette during practice, the ones used for dictation originally, and hit record. Now I would never have done that because that would result in an inferior recording with inferior equipment performed by an inferior band playing inferior songs. And I don’t have a bunch of recordings for this reason. Now we have a window into that practice session thanks to Moby. If I can find the tape.
What Moby knew was what Frank knew. What the hell difference does it make just get on with it. Play to play, not to be superior or pure or whatever.
The purists lose and the passionate win.