(The gang went out for beers)
Felix: Hey Clayton, who do you think the greatest guitar player is, alive or living?
Clayton: Oh wow, that is a tough one, I mean how do you even critique such a complex question?
I could probably give you ten different answers, there could be categories, songwriting, technical, acoustic, electric, soloist, overall music ability. Genre.
Felix: Just an overall, best of show, I guess what I’m asking is who is your favorite man or woman to pick up an axe?
Clayton: I would say Jimmy Hendrix, he was setting his guitar on fire literally. I mean how cool is that, besides he could sing while he played. He could solo like crazy, he just did the guitar justice.
Felix: Yeah that is a good answer but didn’t he choke on his vomit. He was partying to heavily so maybe he’s not the best canidate for this prestigious award.
Clayton: I didn’t know there was going to be an award. And why does him choking on his vomit cut him out of the award ceremony. You didn’t ask me which guitar player has the best moral compass.
Felix: That could be a category!
Clayton: Willie Nelson
Felix: Bob Dylan
Clayton: Why Bob Dylan? Didn’t he make a deal with the devil?
Felix: Willie Nelson is just a pot head so he’s no holy guy either.
Clayton: You think the Devil makes you sign something or is it more of a verbal agreement?
Felix: Has to be something signed for his files.
Clayton: Yeah, but verbal is forever still, and it being present but not visible seems to be more scary or real.
Felix: It’s a funny senario that a great musician is only great because Satan made them do a pinky promise.
Clayton: Keep the music coming though.
Felix: I’ll drink to that. Cheers.