a long long time ago there was this musicsoftware called fruity loops. it had alot of knobs and... wait, even before that, there was this thing carved from wood which men decided to call guitar. a couple of thousand years later this playable thing called guitar had evolved quite a bit.
about thirty years ago or so, one of these evolved pieces of wood came into the possession of bosse. this bosse played this piece, let's call it ibanez, quite frequently. actually he played it so much that he came to master the fine arts of poverty and alcoholism that tends to befall on all artists!
time went and bosse got older. he had a bunch of kids, and sadly ibanez was put on the shelf. about fifteen years later it was covered in dust to the part that it was barely recognizable as ibanez anymore.
luckily enough for this piece of wood, fifteen dust-filled years had also passed since joel was born. this joel had probably inherited his fathers strong interests in poverty and alcoholism, for he came to enjoy the ibanez as much as his father had! he played and played on the piece of wood. he played until his fingers bled. it probably sounded horrible, i bet it did. but he continued to play.
and still i can't play very well.. but i try and try.
