You remember those western movies where a bunch of dusty guys came
riding in getting everyone’s attention. The strangers attracted the women,
drank our booze and if anyone declared them obnoxious only to be stunned by
their fast draw. The gunslingers would leave town with folk impressed and
relieved to see them go.
Today our gunslingers come to town in bands. They even promote they are
coming and sell tickets. Their entourage brings in cases and boxes and requires
a bunch of electricity before the gunslingers arrive. When the gunslingers hit
the stage under bright lights and smoke they turn up the noise and grimly yell
at each other and the townsfolk with unlistenable speak and snarly faces.
They will still defile our women and drink our booze but they sign
autographs and pay for all repairs before leaving.
There was Jimi and Eric and Pete and Keef. For an hour or so of ear
splitting deafness, we’d buy mugs and t-shirts to remember our time among them.
They will be coming to a town near you.
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