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I am a guerrilla rocker, surveying the landscape of truth on the waves of sound.
\m/ ROCKERS CREED \m/
This is my ax. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My ax is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My ax, without me, is useless. Without my ax, I am useless. I must play my ax true. I must strum harder than my doubt who is trying to kill me. I must pick it before it picks me. I will...
My ax and myself know that what counts in the song is not the notes we hit, the noise of our distortion, or the theatrics we display. We know that it is the emotions that count. We are one...
My ax is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its bridge and its pick ups. I will keep my ax clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will..
In my soul, I swear this creed. My ax and myself are the mouthpiece of my soul. We are the masters of our doubt. We digest the grunge of life.
So be it, until we can't rock, and nothing remains but truth!