The Passion of the Air Guitar
You know how you like to put on an Erroll Garner CD sometimes and lie back on the sofa and imagine you’re somewhere–I know–that cool little bar with the piano downstairs at Blake’s in London–and you sit down and launch into “I Got the World on a String” and when you’re finished the killer Sloane Ranger at the far table walks over and asks you to play “Misty” for her? Or, maybe you’re at a Norwegian Christmas party and you’ve had a few Linjes and Elephant chasers and the band is really great except for the guitar player and you walk over and ask if you can play one and you launch into “Oh, they’re floodin’ down in Texas…’ and everybody goes holy shit, what happened here?
Do musicians have musical fantasies like us civilians? Does Eric ever put on Stevie Ray and pretend that he really does understand the blues experience? Nobody fantasizes about being a great accountant. What is there about making music that makes everybody want to do it, or pretend they’re doing it?