My favorite Rhythm Guitar Player other than SPIKE. You never saw his eyes, skinny arms, little tank body, dirty black t shirt, dirty denim jeans, Gretsch White Falcon Guitar, Marshall Amps behind him, dirty deed backing vocals, head banging rock’n’roll mess. Man, today sucks and when the kids of the future tire of trying to be Big Brother and tire of glo’stix, cell fone selfies and neato haircuts, they will dig back through the screens and the wiring, back into the dust, back into the electricity and true grime and find
Malcolm Young and learn a thing or 2 about how to Really, Really, Really… Rock’n’Roll.
Love, Big Thanx and Respect