Ok, so the title is a parody of Rolling Stone's comprehensive critical perspective on the nature of guitar heroes. So, until my deluxe John Mayer triple LP boxset arrives in the mail, I'll have to settle for some lesser known guitar gods.
Charlie Parr. This guy sounds like he should have been on Takoma in the early sixties. And Parr definitely should be on Tompkin Square's Imaginational Anthem compilation featuring Max Ochs (Phill's cousin)Glen Jones, Jack Rose et al. I happen to be a fan of Jack Rose, and relocating to Philly only helped that. However, sometimes Rose and Jones' technical wizardry masks the downhome nuances and idiosyncrasies that tend to personalize and immortalizeguitarists. Charlie Parr spins such downhome blues that you might be related to him. So, since gods are immortal and guitar gods are immortal, and Charlie Parr kicks major ass so who cares about his time in the limelight because he'll have eternal life in heavens stage lights. I guess his d.i.y ethos is so strong that it boosts his street cred, but his street cred rarely leaves the street. So check out this video and dig.
He'll be in San Francisco for a rare out of state performance on July 26th, so make the pilgrimage. Plus, my reasoning could be wrong because according to Rolling Stone, Charlie Parr is not an accredited guitar god. That means Charlie Parr might eventually die. If you don't go see him, it would be like passing on seeing a Woolly Mammoth because they'll "always be around."
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