the guitarist

be her/him a

rhythm or lead player,

the guitarist may have

an ego the size of

the greatest known

planet, especially if they

are the primary song

writer, for from every

chord they play, every

single note,

comes that first spark

of something that may

never see the light of

day or possibly the next

song which will go

down in the history of

our human melodies

here in this 21^st century,

that is until the machine

takes over 100% & can

generate all the remaining

music of the world by

itself, blurting out the

need for us humans

altogether---the guitarist

has it easy in the city,

slinging their axe in a

bag over their back or

carrying easy in a Gator

case & bearing an

acoustic they can pop it

out at any time & pluck away

for the flowing masses

at rush hour for a couple of

pity bucks & then onto the

eve on the stage with the

bright lights bearing down

upon them the possibility of

greatness which secretly they

all seek when coming to the

concrete jungle.