Letters from the Johnny’s pub – The diabetic guitarist

 

 

The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you

 

All the things I have are imaginary. And also those I can offer. The initiative of the pub is going well. Unknown musicians ask me to perform in the club, but many of them are not interested to their music. No: they hope to meet some star who light up their direction.

But the problem is not meeting or not meeting, but find harmony, connection and empathy. It’s about fantasy and imagination. If there’s not all this, it’s useless to come to Johnny’s pub. This could seem a trivial lesson, but if you don’t know what to say and what to deal with, you’ll not make much in music.

Following these selection parameters, it happens to me to evaluate many bizarre guys, but they are artists, after all.

I drink a red beer and I eat taralli with fennel, watching a guy named Cliff. The characteristic which strikes me is he plays turning his back because he’s embarrassed to be seen: a fulminating prerogative for those who want to perform live!

 

– Can I ask you a question?

– Yes, but don’t look at me… I’m ashamed!

– Ok. I don’t look at you.

– Thank you. Tell me…

– Then…

– No, a moment. I concentrate…

– Can I?

– One more moment… done. Tell me…

– You played Brown Sugar by Rolling Stones…

– Yes, but I have my version…

– In fact… and you also played Sugar Sugar by Archies…

– Yes…

– …finally you played your own song titled Sweeteners for home…

– Yes…

– Why do you play all tracks with references to sugar?

– Well… there’s a reason…

– Oh, magnificent. Which?

– I’m a diabetic guitarist and I wanted to draw attention to this social scourge…

– Ah… it’s very interesting…

– Really? I thought I said a bullshit!

– But no…

– If you allow me, I could also measure the blood sugar on the stage, piercing my index finger with the string of Mi cantino and collecting blood on the plectrum…

– It would be great!

– Really?

– Yes, and I could perform you Mr. Richards in Brown Sugar, when he passes by here…

– Mmm…

– I see you puzzled…

– Mr. Richards is fine, as long as he accepts my modification to the song…

– The changes to Brown Sugar?

– Yes…

– Listen Simon: I really don’t know how Mr. Richards would take it…

– You don’t have to worry about this.

– No?

– No. Some things we solve between us guitarists…

– Ah… Simon…

– Yes?

– Where have you been for all this time?

– At home. I was at my home.

– Well, from now on you’re a Johnny’s pub musician.

– Who? me?

– Yes.

– What can I say?

– For example… wow!

– Yes… wow…

– Now what should I do?

– Just play like you know…

– You’re the only one who believed in me, Johnny.

– You deserve it, Simon. You’re a good guitarist.

– No, I really wanna say you respected my weaknesses, Johnny.

– Of course, Simon…

– One day I can play facing the audience.

– I’m sure, my friend.

– I need a little confidence in life… you’re a friend of mine, Johnny, you’re my friend Johnny B. Boogie…

POSTS FROM THE JOHNNY’S PUB

  1. Introduction
  2. Pete Townshend
  3. Keith Richards
  4. John Lee Hooker
  5. Janis Joplin
  6. Chuck Berry
  7. Patti Smith
  8. Syd Barret
  9. Debbie Harry
  10. Cheeta
  11. Mick Jagger
  12. Keith Richards, James Brown, John Belushi
  13. Stuart Sutcliffe
  14. Keith Richards 2
  15. Sgt. Pepper
  16. The diabetic guitarist
  17. Bob Marley
  18. Queen
  19. The quick tempered guitarist

 

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