Slashers Defined

In response to my piece, Slashers, it was requested that maybe I could
reveal at least which band or other info these great guitar players performed for to gain their claim to fame. I don't want to spend too much
time on this defintion, but will give what info I think is pertinent. If you do not know some of the names I have presented to you, and you are a blues,
rock, jazz, fusion guitar fan, I suggest you take the time to listen to some of their work. I have included some of my favorite incredible fusion players that do not have a super star following, but are renowned in their group of fans, probably mostly musicians to some degree.
If you are a frustrated guitar player like I am, do not listen to the likes of  Holdsworth, Johnson, Gambale, or Morse unless you love being tortured.
Anyway on with the show.
        
Eric Clapton – Yardbirds, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos.

Jimmy Page – Yardbirds, Led Zeppe, The Honeydrippers, The Firm

Jimi Hendrix – not only what is, but,  what could have been

Alan Holdsworth – Solo jazz fusion player – hot

Steve Howe –  Yes, Asia - Progressive rock, jazz –

Bill Nelson – BeBop Deluxe, Solo

Terry Kath – Chicago (25 or 6 to 4) – another sad early departure

Ted Nugent – Amboy Dukes, **** Yankees – The madman

Jim Krueger – Dave Mason Band – solo progressive rock

Eddy Van Halen – Van Halen

Ritchie Blackmore – Deep Purple, Rainbow

Jerry Doucette – Doucette (Mama let him play)

Eric Johnson – Solo – New Age, jazz

Frank Gambale – Australian- Jazz, fusion, rock

Goerge Benson – Jazz

Larry Carlton – Jazz, new age rock

Marc Farner -  Grand Funk Railroad

Peter Frampton – Humble Pie, solo

Joe Satriani - New age – solo

Johnny A. - jazz, new age – solo

Danny Gatton – jazz, rockabilly – solo

Chet Atkins – jazz, country

John Mayer – Pop, blues – solo

Neal Schon – Journey

Steve Lukather – Toto

Masyoshi Takanaka – New age, jazz – Japanese solo

Lee Ritnour – Jazz, new age – solo

Leslie West -  Mountain, West  Bruce & Laing

Monty Montgomery – jazz, blues (accoustic you have never heard)

Wes Montgomery – jazz 40's – 50's

Phil Keaggy – New age Christian

Robin Trower – Procul Harem

Brian May – Queen

Rick Derringer – Montrose, Edgar Winter Group, Steely Dan

Robin Ford – John Mayall, Chick Corea, solo jazz, fusion, blues

Carlos Santana – Santana

Ronnie Montrose – Montrose

Steve Morse – Dixie Dregs, Kansas, solo jazz, fusion

Trevor Rabin – Yes, solo new age

Gomer LePoet...

Ma faim, Anne, Anne,
Fuis sur ton âne.

Si j'ai du goût, ce n'est guères
Que pour la terre et les pierres.
Dinn ! dinn ! dinn ! dinn ! Mangeons l'air,
Le roc, les charbons, le fer.

Mes faims, tournez. Paissez, faims,
Le pré des sons !
Attirez le *** venin
Des liserons ;

Mangez
Les cailloux qu'un pauvre brise,
Les vieilles pierres d'église,
Les galets, fils des déluges,
Pains couchés aux vallées grises !

Mes faims, c'est les bouts d'air noir ;
L'azur sonneur ;
- C'est l'estomac qui me tire.
C'est le malheur.

Sur terre ont paru les feuilles !
Je vais aux chairs de fruit blettes.
Au sein du sillon je cueille
La doucette et la violette.

Ma faim, Anne, Anne !
Fuis sur ton âne.

Slashers

I grew up when rock bands were first here
from out of nowhere they would apprear
long haired, bearded hippies makin noise

some were quite good once you figured them out
others were bad, couldnt sing a lick, only shout
wondered where they got the money to buy the toys

one thing they featured, were loud out of tune guitars
made more weird sounds, then the race track cars
but some of them knew or actually learned how to play

these were the slashers who knew more than 3 chords
spine tingling sounds, from electric wires on boards
the sounds were so new I would listen all day

now I'm gonna name a few who made an impression on me
I'm sure your opinions will differ and you won't agree
but mostly I'm talking bout the early days of underground rock

there are new ones I know who are slicker than snot
but these are the ones that I never forgot
I can still listen to them now around the clock

ok here we go, hold on to your hat, you can reply to me
if I left off  your favorite, and I'm sure I did;
  
clapton, page, Hendrix, Holdsworth and howe
Bill Nelson, Kath, nugent, krueger, Van Halen
blackmore, knopfler, doucette and Eric johnson
gambale, benson, carlton, farner, frampton
satriani, Johnny A., Gatton, atkins, mayer
schon, lukather, takanaka, ritnour and west
monty montgomery, wes montgomery, keaggy
trower, may, derringer and ford
santana, montrose, morse and Trevor rabin

Gomer LePoet...

I breathe in your fragrance and it becomes nostalgic, like a myth from a story book, I will bottle and bury it deep within my heart forever and always. Unmistakably, undeniably an undoubtedly          
I love you, and as such is beyond contestation.                              
                            
As if a prophecy of Ill-fated love had been foretold to me I drop down to my knees helpless and begin to weep. I know you are leaving me, as many before you have done, never to return until you are lifeless, until your body lay dead at my feet.                    
                  
I whisper into his ear softly do not forget me, then tell him to take this and keep it safe. I place something wet into his outstretched hand and walk away. Innocently he uncurls his fingers and looks down to find a blood-filled stain in the palm of his hand.                
              
Now frightened and lost for words, he looks away for a few moments then starts to cry, streaks of fear now scar his cheeks. Bewildered he wipes his face while walking back to my side, and asks, my love …?  I wipe the tears from my eyes and say, you have been granted the greatest gift of all, a piece of my heart for all of eternity, remember me my love, remember me always.                          

  
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All rights Reserved

Bronx Butterfly

  
  
A beautiful butterfly perched outside                        
my windowsill, such a sight to see                        
In a place where darkness dwells,                        
from the depth of a forgotten city                        
a wretched hell                                                
                                                
I hear a song like no other you've ever heard            
so tone deaf I can't even hear the words                      
gun shots ring out It's a thundering sound                      
with no witnesses to see and no cops around                                                  
        ­                                        
an ambulance screeches In the distance            
another soul, a life Is taken            
but this won’t be the last                        
somewhere a mothers heart is breaking                                                  
      ­                                          
from a few doors down                                                
I can hear a soft voice crying                      
a little girls plea, her hopes slowly dying                      
a bird with a broken wing struggles to fly                      
a beat up woman runs and hides                                                

a poor man lays In the streets        
with torn pants and nothing to eat        
no jacket for warmth no shoes on his feet                    
so discarded and alone with nowhere to go                
where will he end up nobody knows                                                  
         ­                                       
so many homeless families with broken dreams          
to weak to fight so hopeless it seems                  
the ghetto is a place where no one should be        
living life trapped in an impoverished reality                          
                               ­       
so to you I ask, are you guilty of greed?                    
are you the one are you ever In need                  
reach into your pocket and dig down            
deep because what you have now may not                  
be yours to keep                                            
                                                
For I am that Woman, Man, Child and Bird              
I come from the Bronx NY haven't you heard                                              
                    ~Word~                                      ­            
                                    
Copyright ©2005 J. Doucette                                                
All rights Reserved.