To make the bloody thing talk the way I do when I'm on a verbal roll, in my idioms and rhythms.

Maybe its a case of one guitar feeling a certain way to the hands that makes one subsequently move differently over the strings, but my intent is always to wring the maximum emotional resonance out of the object in hand.

I have no doubt that there are great people about though... the thing of it is, nothing to this day moves me like classical music (Debussy, Vaughn Williams).

I don't think so, in so far as I always aspired to play the way I do now but just couldn't get the sounds out always due to technical limitations - now I can pretty much play what I hear in realtime.

While I shared many of the same emotions Bill describes, in no way did my experience ever degenerate into the grimness I find in his book - I didn't have to live with Don, and I think that made a big big difference.

Failing to comply with the officer's verbal commands, the suspect came at Officer Lyons with a machete. Fearing for his safety, Officer Lyons fired his service weapon at the suspect, striking him an undetermined amount of times.