"The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood
was
ooh...
dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
"The guitar bled for about a week afterwards
but
it rung out beautifully,
and I was able to play notes that
I had never even heard before. [...]"
-- from "Love And Death And An American Guitar", by Jim Steinman (b. 1947-11-01) on the album Bad For Good (1981)
[Because I was recently reminded of the piece by a discussion thread about the 1980s that reminded me how much I like it and how much fun it is to recite.]
[Happy birthday to
dmk!]