My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was left with an urge to make the guitar sound like things it shouldn't be able to sound like.
My guitar was a loyal person to me.
When I plug in my guitar and play it really loud, loud enough to deafen most people, that's my shot of adrenaline, and there's nothing like it. That's what it's always been for me - to be the flame the tribe dances around.
I was just a punk-rock kid who never played acoustic guitar.
I never liked mellow sounding guitar.
Sure I destroyed my guitar at every concert, but it was okay, because I'd always get a shiny new one the very next day.
I try not to punish the audience by making them listen to too much acoustic guitar.
It was my love for the guitar that first got me into music and singing.
Well, you know it was so different from when you rehearsed. You're out there with your guitar and trying to get a sound, but it doesn't sound anything like what you expect!
And I had not much of a voice. I didn't play that great guitar either.