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Part The Third: In Which Our Hero Buys a Guitar

Ever since Jimi scorched the fuck out of his guitar at Monterey, the electric guitar has been the emblematic totem of youth (if we ignore all the bad middle aged guitarists like me, which we are doing). Essentially it boils down to it vaguely looking like a cock, being fucking loud and being available at reasonable prices.

My first guitar fulfilled all these criteria.

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Why Form a Band When You Could Be Watching Pebble Mill at One? (the answer’s in the question)

During the mid to late 80′s there wasn’t much for the kids to do. You could, like me, spend most of your leisure hours attempting to stick an RAF sticker on the wing of an Airfix Spitfire without creasing the little fucker. Or maybe you would spend the time more productively – perhaps programming BigTrak to lurch across the living room floor and clatter noisily into the nested tables (when Continue reading

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