McKenzie's shtick is so brilliant it almost feels obvious, prompting forehead-slapping and "Why didn't I think of that?" lamentation. He begins his account as a collector of cheap knock-off guitars that decorate his apartment -- strictly for veneration, as he can't play more than a few fumbling notes. He enlists in lessons, and discovers that a startling number of "guitar heroes" from the '80s have shifted from stage to music shop studio -- where they are happy to accept your money and impart wisdom and anecdote for the allotted time.
Given where I'm at, McKenzie's book is hitting the readerly sweet-spot rather satisfyingly.
And thanks to this passage, I am now acquainted with two more guitars I dig: Steve Vai's "Evo" . . .
|Photo from Vai's website.|
Links: meet Thomas Scott McKenzie; purtier pictures of Evo.