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I got my guitar back! Thanks to everyone who helped spread the word about it. :-)
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On the evening of Friday, May 18th, while I was playing bass with Zest of Yore at Red 7 in Austin, TX, someone walked into the venue’s “green room,” took one of my electric guitars out of its case, and walked out with it.
For the sake of my own sanity, I’m going to assume that it was an accident, due to the fact that there were six people who played guitar on stage that night, and instruments and equipment can easily get lost in the shuffle. I don’t entirely BELIEVE that it was an accident (why leave the case behind?), but I’m trying to have faith in people.
Anyway, this guitar is a right-handed baby blue Squier Jagmaster with a burgundy pick guard. I don’t know the serial number, but it does have one identifying customization: It has strap buttons on both sides of the neck, due to the fact that I play it upside-down left-handed. I’ve owned this guitar for 15 years. My mother bought it for me as my high school graduation present. It’s the guitar that I wrote “Steal My Guitar” about; yes, that song is based on a true story.
I’ve already talked to the staff of the venue about it, and I’ve already filed a police report. If you have any information about where this guitar could be, please let me know privately. If you’re the person who has this guitar, please give it back to me, and I won’t ask any questions. If you’re reading this @ all, I’d appreciate it if you could share this info with as many fellow Austinites as possible.
PLEASE REPOST- my friend Joey hasn’t been heard from since last night. Please spread this around. He’s a wonderful person and a lot of people are missing him right now. He lives in west Philly and is active on tumblr, facebook and other social media sites but hasn’t updated since yesterday.
Joey Ross is a local Philly kid who goes to shows frequently and I’m sure some of you know personally. He’s been missing since yesterday. If you hear from him or know someone who has, please call either number listed below.
267-252-4447 or 856-577-4719
“Writers don’t write from experience, though many are resistant to admit that they don’t. I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy.”
— Nikki Giovanni
Forget what it sounds like for a minute, let’s consider the spirit of rock and roll: Rebellious. Energetic. Vocal. Independent. Driven. Unapologetic. Powerful. They’re characteristics I could attribute to damn-near every sister I know.
In fact, my personal Who’s Who of Rock and Roll is stacked with bomb Black women. Betty Davis. Grace Jones. Tina Turner. Aretha Franklin. Nona Hendryx. Poly Styrene. Joan Armatrading. Joyce Kennedy… and that’s just 1976-77.
So why do so many people go out of their way to marginalize or flat-out disregard Black women as both pioneers and torchbearers of rock? Why are we so indifferent to the fact that more than a few African-American women strapped an instrument to their back and helped carry the genre from the fields to the church to the juke joint to the charts to a multimillion-dollar industry?
Probably because someone told us it wasn’t ours and we chose to believe it. They said it was devil’s music, so we cast it out. We let it go because someone gave it white skin, a penis, and the green light to cross boundaries that Black people couldn’t. And in so doing, they convinced the world that our pioneers didn’t deserve equal recognition, equal exposure or equal ownership.
after some brooding i’ve determined that it’s for the greater good i make this non-rant accessible. to those notorious for accepting personal invitations to your friends’ shows and then planning your escape from having to attend, this is your intervention.
out of respect for culture and craft, please refrain from texting your artist friends just before their show that you cannot make it to their show. for one, that’s you missing out; not them. the artists don’t spend all this time rehearsing and obsessing over the intricacies of their crafts for all that. this is all love. artists understand everybody has their shit going on—we artists have our shit too, and that’s what inspires our creations—but don’t flat out say you’re gonna come and then pull that stunt.
why? it’s ultimately distracting. texting an artist your creative excuses just before their special showcase makes the situation impersonally all about you, which is indicative of your thoughtless process. hopefully you don’t find anything particularly encouraging about sending “sorry i can’t come..” two hours or thirty minutes before your artist friend is about to express their vulnerability. if you’re compelled to anyway, try keeping that bad news to yourself and plan to go to the next one. in fact, that’s pretty much the only way to redeem yourself.
exception: now, if you keep getting invited by the same artist to shows you don’t want to go to, just tell them why you don’t like going to their shows. it’s the feedback they may need to create an experience they ultimately want to include you in.
other exception: fellow artists who legitimately have shit to do that day.
I’ve wanted to write a post like this for YEARS, but never worked up the courage to do it.
And ill never understand why people think its funny to tell me about their racist or antiblack family members. That shit aint amusing.
I had to check one of my own housemates last year for doing this >:-(
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