Bruce
Shredder
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For me, I remember being 12 or 13 and I had a few records. I didnt have my own room, I slept on a pullout in the living room where the turntable was. My father HATED music with a passion, like it stole his lunch money or something. I’d have to sit at the stereo system with headphones on and listen to my records and thats exactly what I did. The thought of anyone doing that seems so foreign now, doesnt it?
Anyway, Ozzy/Randy tribute record. The sound of Randy’s guitar was just…..I dont know. Otherworldly. Larger than life. I memorized every note in my head of his 2 or 3 minute long solo. At that point, the electric guitar was forever in my veins and my heart. It was that record, in that one bedroom overcrowded apartment with my wicked bitch of a stepmom.
Where were you? How old? What was your environment like? Is it still a clear picture for you? It sure is for me.
Anyway, Ozzy/Randy tribute record. The sound of Randy’s guitar was just…..I dont know. Otherworldly. Larger than life. I memorized every note in my head of his 2 or 3 minute long solo. At that point, the electric guitar was forever in my veins and my heart. It was that record, in that one bedroom overcrowded apartment with my wicked bitch of a stepmom.
Where were you? How old? What was your environment like? Is it still a clear picture for you? It sure is for me.