So New Rock God didn't come by and pick up the guitar on the day he indicated. After a few days, I called the moving company he works for and they told me he had abruptly quit. My heart really sank. I figured that was it...maybe he went back East where he said he was from.
Then today when I get to my office he's already there, showing my receptionist some chords on the guitar. If she hadn't been there I probably would have hugged him. So we talked for quite awhile...about religion, family, politics, women, everything but music. He said he didn't like to talk about music, his or anyone else's. How can you play guitar like that and not want to talk about music? I talk about music 24/7. If I could play guitar like he does I would be a babbling idiot. When he started talking about going into a studio and laying down a track, I got so excited I nearly wet myself. I told him I could arrange anything he needed, and he said he'd get back to me soon. Then he paid me a compliment...that I didn't seem nearly as slimey as most music producers. Then he took off.
I showed my receptionist the video I had taken of him the day I moved in. She commented that he was the her favorite type of musician..."a rocker with a six-string and a six-pack."
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