"Pipeline", ehh?
I also have fond memories of Johnny playing it. One night he was so drunk, he played it twice in a row for an encore and had used it as an opener. It seems every time he came through Detroit, he played this joint called Traxx on the East Side. I saw the Ramones there every few months or so too in their hey-day. Lots of fond memories.
Johnny really did have that glissando on the sixth string down, too. One thing that amazed me about him, wasn't just that he could play so well, so drunk, but that he never looked at the guitar. I would always be up front and he'd be looking at the crowd with glazed eyes while playing an amazing riff. He even tuned his guitar without looking at it.
Another guitarist in that same vein I think is vastly underrated is Ace Frehley. I've seen him a few times in the 80s and he took off right where Johnny left off. He'd play some covers, some originals, then end the show with "Deuce". Ace would be dead too if he hadn't given up drinking.
You're right about the music scene in the U.S. Most of my friends are musicians and the "in" thing now is "side projects". It isn't just cool to be in a band, but you have to have at least one side project playing a different style of music. I'm kind of ahead of the curve as I've had several side projects and finally just formed a "real" band.
For over a decade I've been occasionally playing guitar Wednesdays and Thursdays at Bakers Keyboard Lounge (the oldest jazz club in the world) which is just five minutes from my house. I used to go up there just for the food (especially the strawberry chocolate cake!) and to check out the music. Then one day the bouncer told me, "You're not welcome here anymore unless you go home and get your guitar. I don't remember ever seeing the dude before and told him he had me confused with someone else. He said, "I know who you are."
Bakers is in a neighborhood worse than mine. I didn't like the idea of parking my car there, let alone carrying a Twin and a guitar around. Let's just say that rolling up your windows and locking the car doors is a good idea when passing through. After playing there the first time, I was hooked. Wednesday and Thursday are "open" nights, so everybody shows up from 16-year-old girls who just learned how to play, to Max Roach.
The kids are the best though. Jazz is hip again which is cool. A Few weeks back, this kid shows up with his sax and had literally written a solo. His Grampa brought him there and he wanted to do good for Gramps. So we play a tune, the kid solos and everyone claps politely, as he was waaaaay too sterile. So he gets ready to go back to his table and I ask him to play another tune. He looks at me with this look that said, "I've got no more material!". So I whisper to the kid, "Just play your written solo backward". I told him we'd play "So What" in the same key. I looked at the drummer and raised my thumb to the ceiling, so he'd juice up the tempo.
I thought this teen, who had probably been playing the sax for maybe five years, was going to kill me when he heard how fast we were playing. When he started soloing, the crowd erupted into applause even before he finished. I looked over at Gramps and he was crying, he was so proud. It's the kind of moment you remember forever; it's what music should really be all about.
Another side project of mine is Christmas and birthday parties. A few years back, I started playing acoustic, and later, classical guitar. It's a challenge because solo performances demand that you not only continue following the tune, but elaborate. I played a few parties for friends and realtives and now have a following. I do this thing I call Uncle Ron And The Magic Grab-Bag. I play a song and whoever raises their hand and guesses the song right gets to reach in the bag and pull out a prize.
In addition, I now ask the kids to whisper a song to me I have to try to play, and if no one else guesses it, they get a bonus prize. (They never stump me!). I have a blast, get paid in advance, and always get good tips. It's great when parents argue that I'm not getting enough cash.
I did a birthday party last month and this four year-old punk keeps interrupting, "So when you gonna sing?". I explain that the deal is it's an instrumental gig, and he repeats, So when you gonna sing?". So I thought I'd teach him a lesson. I played and sang the Ballad Of Dwight Fry and everyone was dead silent, which I thought was bad, but everyone clapped when I was done. The punk kid even said, "Play it again!"
It's a blast. I have parents calling me scheduling for birthdays and next Christmas because their kids want "Uncle Ron". It's a great feeling knowing I'm requested by kids over magicians and ****ing animal-balloon-blowing clowns. I know the reason's not my prizes as they're Silly Putty and junk like that. It's cool that the kids dig the music.
My other side project is called The Young Dudes. None of us are Spring chickens and we don't play any Ian Hunter. An aquaintance came up with the idea that we should have a band where none of us play our regular instruments. The drummer is a guitar player, the singer is a drummer, etc. I play organ. We played this breakfast joint a few Sunday mornings back and my organ started smoking. The crowd thought it was part of the act. I couldn't decide whether to pull the plug or keep playing because it was making this cool, distorted, humming tone.
When I finally yanked the cord, people were laughing and clapping in between eating their omeletes and slurping the day's first beer. I'm glad the guitar player had a tamborine or I may not have gotten paid as I had nothing else to play.
When I first started playing music, I thought all musicians were millionaires. When I started playing music professionally after I got out of high school, I was broke, and joined the Marine Corps. When I got out, I joined the the DOS (Detroit Opera Society) singing tenor. The pay was great but I hated it. Every band I was in cost me money.
Right now I'm totally happy where I am musically and can understand your envy. There's nothing more satisying than someone tapping you on the shoulder after playing and saying, "Hey, I love your guitar tone, etc." Today at the grocery store, this cute chick looks at me, smiles, and says, "I saw you at Bert's a while back. I thought you were cool." No pressure, no deadlines, just people digging you. I'm actually making a few bucks doing it, which is also a bonus.
There's even a place here that's been doing roller derbies the past few weeks. I've yet to check it out, but how can you go wrong; hot chicks roller-skating and tearing each others clothes off with cool rock & roll bands playing?
The UK must seem drab by comparison. At least the REVOLUTION is coming in a few weeks to you. I'm speaking of Little Steven's Underground Garage radio show. When you first hear it, realize that's the music scene here and hope it catches on in your town.
Ron The Mon