While My Willow Gently Weeps
If a tree falls in Guitar Forest, find out whether Townshend has an alibi
Blind Tangelo Feldstein, the old master of traditional finger-picking country blues, is walking through Guitar Forest with Sven BjagVarr, the prodigy of the metal shredding scene. The kid, having exclusively played solid-body electric instruments all his life, looks upon the trees in Guitar Forest with wonder.
“Blind Tangelo,” he asks, “what are those holes in the tree trunks?”
“Why, son,” Blind Tangelo replies, “those are knotholes.”
“Oh,” Sven says. “I would have guessed they were openings to a resonant cavity to help radiate the sound of the strings’ vibration.”
And then Blind Tangelo smacked Sven in the face.
Wear this shirt: to your weekly open jam session.
Don’t wear this shirt: to your weeping open sores session.
This shirt tells the world: “If, on the other hand, you do want my peaches…”
We call this color: I Got Them Acoustic Baby Blues.
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