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Dat solo. The 2nd idea therein is like original thought.
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most impressive these 6 are still doing it for so long
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lol @Lawnmower_Man the backing track is sick af innit? a really cool departure from the original
and the tremolo is pointing away. enough dynamics
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Friedman Goat ainec
That’s weird, it sounds like a harmonic minor mixed with a blues scale. The one above that, his position transitions are so fast that it looks like the tape skips 
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his face throughout says it all
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Godamn Lucretia is so fucking good, name two better back to back tracks than Lucretia and Tornado of Souls. Maybe Battery and Master of Puppets.
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love the editing in that Ayron Jones video
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go on, move to it if you have to
What a badass.
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Probably the greatest live guitar performance of all time.
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obligatory gregogoat Howe
He toured with MJ and Timberlake. recognize
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When you get to be a certain age, in my case 51 years, you feel entitled to a little nostalgia. So two stories. The first is from, I believe, 1987. I’m a high school student in Tulsa, Oklahoma and Stevie Ray is going to play at a little amphitheater on the river. Holy cow, are my friends and I stoked about this. Sadly, the morning of the show a young man from one of our outlier communities did me the disservice of breaking my leg during a soccer match. I obviously didn’t make the show that night. But my friends did drop by the next day to tell me what a great show it was. Somehow I didn’t appreciate that. I’d just rather imagine that everyone had a terrible evening.
A couple of years subsequently I went off to do some colleging. This was in Austin, which was home and hearth for Stevie Ray. At the end of my freshman year Stevie was going to do a free show on the side of that river. We’ve all finished our finals and we’re extremely enthused about one final blowout before the summer. Needless to say we all got completely blotto. Some of us even had some herbal supplements to that evening’s diet, although I’ll never confess. I wish I could tell you how the show was, but I don’t really recall it. But I do have an impression of my buddies and I looking on entirely gape-jawed. (This was at the very end, after he’d sobered up and was completely King of His Domain.) So that was that. The next morning I went back to Tulsa to practice the janitorial arts. Perhaps someday I’ll tell you about diapers.
And then the summer ended and it was time to return to the scene of the crime. And Good Lord I was happy, having convinced myself that I could somehow make my sophomore year better than my freshman year. So I hop in the car and turn on the radio and then, before I’ve even hit the highway, the deejay comes on to say that Stevie Ray has passed. This is like ten minutes into a seven and a half hour drive. Well…fuck. And it always seems to be in an aircraft, doesn’t it? I say this as a fan of Buddy Holly and Patsy Cline. Anyway, it was a miserable freakin’ drive. So finally, as I’m approaching Austin I decide I’d like to smoke a cigarette. So I pull into a gas station off the interstate. And the cashier, a girl I’ve never seen before and would never see again, looks at me and can see I’m completely distraught. And I can look back at her and see that she’s completely distraught. I don’t know exactly what I’m trying to say except that way back when in Austin, Stevie Ray was not a star, or a celebrity, or even a shredder. He was a religion. So an entire city went into mourning. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
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