I have heard that there is a rock star in all of us. And given my naivete, coupled with the power of collective bias, tribal mentality and social validation, decided to give Jimi Hendrix(RIP) a complex. Needless to say, my chosen instrument of expression was the Air Guitar(though the drums made a lot of noise to get my attention).
Only to realise that you cannot pretend to play the Air Guitar.They don’t come with strings attached! Dire Straits, here I come.(But surely I was not expecting money for nothing or chicks for free!).
Once again, I was out of tune. Nevertheless, I plan to come back.This time with rock solid determination.
Hasta manana till we string again! Till then, Rock On!