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I've been a guitar freak/player for as
long as I can remember. My dad and uncle were great guitar players,
both having been born in Guatamala, and I remember the many
occasions when they'd play and sing "She'll Be Comin' Round the
Mountain" together at family gatherings to the delight of all us
kids gathered around.
My own very brief career as a rock guitarist
started and ended in the 1960's and was characterized by a couple of
years playing in a band aptly dubbed "The Undecided" that was able
to gather a minor crowd of followers from the "teenie bopper" set
playing "Last Train to Clarksville" and I think a couple of Yardbird
tunes I was able to put on my best Jeff Beck impersonation
to get through that simple, but nice lead in "Heart
Full of Stone."
This faded Poloroid photo is the only picture
I've got of our band -- Ton y, Paul, Rene and -- yep, that's me with the short hair (c.
1966) playing my "Telly."
As all bands must, "The Undecided" morphed
into a Stax Records type Rhythm & Blues band called "Blues in
Motion" with my older brother Dennis as lead singer, not because he
was much of a singer, but because he sure had the moves, simulating
every James Brown dip, bend and gyration to near
perfection.
This band managed to stay around for a year or
so, with our peak experience that of winning the Tecumseh high
school "Battle of the Bands" night that got our picture in the
local paper and what is now a quite rusted out trophy that
still sits proudly on my book case as a reminder of those "glory"
days.
It's difficult to explain how
truly exhilarating an experience it was to stand on stage
playing my 1964 Fender Telecaster guitar with a group of people
you'd spent countless hours, days and weeks practicing with to
get your sound just right so you could all go out and earn 10 bucks
each for a "hard" night's work entertaining whatever crowd was
on hand.
I learned to play guitar from a guy named Fred
Stubbs, a real character who came down to Chatham from Toronto every
few years to teach at a local Music Conservatory and he had a
major influence on my taste in music as well as guitar
playing.
Thanks to Freddy, I was able to play lead
guitar for his band on a train trip to Expo '67 when he couldn't
make the trip. It was an experience of a lifetime for me, a
wide-eyed 18 year-old, who somehow managed to get through playing
with musicians who were far superior to me without once getting
kicked off the train. Fred, if you're out there somewhere, thanks a
million.
And now, with that beautiful blonde "Telly"
long gone from my life, but the memories still strong, I've morphed
into a writer, graphic designer and website maker. This site is my
tribute to guitars, guitar players, guitar licks, guitar riffs, and
great rock music -- with a heavy dose of the
blues.
Glenn Cutforth Guitar Warrior
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