The Guitarist

be her/him a rhythm or lead player, the guitarist may have an ego the size of the greatest known planet, especially if they are the primary song writer, for from every chord they play, every single note, comes that first spark of something that may never see the light of day or possibly the next song which will go down in the history of our human melodies here in this 21st century, that is until the machine takes over 100% & can generate all the remaining music of the world by itself, blurting out the need for us humans altogether---the guitarist has it easy in the city, slinging their axe in a bag over their back or carrying easy in a Gator case & bearing an acoustic they can pop it out at any time & pluck away for the flowing masses at rush hour for a couple of pity bucks & then onto the eve on the stage with the bright lights bearing down upon them the possibility of greatness which secretly they all seek when coming to the concrete jungle.