And suddenly there it is, hiding in plain sight, B-flat 9,
Guitar Method: Incredible Chord Finder,
a real two-fingered wrist-wrencher for a
simple fella whose fat little fingers
after forty years are still fretting out
‘House of the Rising Sun’ and all those
other same ol’ same ol’ C, G, A-minor
and F-chord songs of the sixties. But...
when my little flat-top’s strings float
this one back up to me all smoky and
dark and minor... I mean, man, it’s like
some hip fairy godmother just waved her
magic wand to the light switch, waxed my
kitchen all
neon café-blue
shape-shifted my side chair into the
center-stage barstool... and out comes
Scotch and soda... mud in your eye...
baby do I feel high... oh me oh my...
and it hits me, man... it’s like...
maybe I’m at The Crossroads...
and off in the distance I can just
barely make out the sweetness
of ‘Bye Bye Miss American Pie’
wafting its way out of town
on the wayward wind...
but, whoa, Dude... B-flat 9!
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