[ Featuring The Empty Pockets ]
I grew up in a thatched cottage in a-
The new forest in England
Um, next to a pig farm, I think
And it was absolutely awful, I-I-I never-
I didn't get along with it at all
I wanted to play the guitar
And absolutely nobody in this rural environment
Um, y'know, had any interest in guitars what so ever
It took a while, but I finally tracked down someone who-
Heard a rumor that the son of the local real estate agent
Um, was in fact a guitar player
And his name was Robert Fripp, and, uh
For the uninitiated, he had a band called King Crimson
And, uh, ha, at the time the only thing I was interested in
Well, actually, the only thing I knew how to do was this
Uh, and after about half a year of playing that
My mother said, "You're gonna have to go to guitar lessons"
So I asked Fripp, I said, "Would you teach me guitar?"
And he said yes
And, um, he taught me all these jazz chords
And I had ten lessons of him, and they hurt my fingers so much
And I coul-, I couldn't even imagine what I'd use them for
I didn't want to play jazz, I basically wanted to play Wipeout
And, uh, yeah, Twist and Shout
So eventually I stop taking lessons for Fripp
So forty years go by and they interviewed him
And they said, "Did any of your students ever make it in the music business?"
And, ha, he thought about it for a while
And eventually he said yes, he said
"And he did it by ignoring everything I ever tried to teach him"
Which I took to be me, uh
And it's absolutely true
So, um, so thi-this, this is a-
A song in honor of Robert Fripp
Simply because it's the jazziest thing that I know
It's not very jazzy but, but it is a little bit jazzy
