Patina
I was 12. That said, I had no idea who I was or who I was becoming. I certainly did not fit in any category I knew of. I loved heavy metal music, mustangs, and myths. I liked baseball as long as I was up to bat or playing catcher, but if you put me in the outfield, I watched planes flying over and forgot to pay attention. I did not want to be there. I was fascinated by art. My friend, Terry, could draw anything, and it was always perfect. My perspectives weren’t good, so I just drew the same hotrod over and over. I learned how to draw flames coming out of the side-pipes. I put more flames on the fenders. I was already playing guitar then, but I was looking for a fast track. I did not want to learn theory or sheet music; I wanted to make weird sounds with distortion pedals or overtaxed, tiny amps. The result was always something akin to the sound a whale would make if it had a cold. I did not follow any particular rule. I tuned my guitar with a tuner, and it did...
