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mangacat201 · 2 years

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 (𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄) 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

Got tagged by @hedgewyse whom I was very happy to get to know better via this tag game, thanks a lot! Sorry it took so long to respond, I needed to get on tumblr on the laptop where I can actually type up text and I had a lot of things going on this past week that kept me LOL.

Favourite colour: Blue.

No explanation, not particular reason why, it’s just always been blue. All shades from deep purple to almost white. But I have a special place in my heart for the word ‘turquoise’, which I feel is just so the most.

Currently reading: Oh good gosh, my open doc reading list is so long, I will constrain myself to the most recent things...

“(Love is)The second oldest profession” The 9-1-1 Buck/Eddie pornstar!AU I knew I needed but kept for a special occasion

I’m also reading “Achtsam Morden” a national German bestseller and the first actual like physical book I’ve picked up in probably four years. It’s hilarious and murdery and perfect

I’m listening to “Blood & Paper” by Kevin Hearne (whom I recently got to meet at a book signing event when he was visiting here and a friend asked me to spontaneously tag along - best decision in ages) Love the audiobook version read by Luke Daniels, he’s a whizz with the accents.

“Hide the drums (there’s fire in the sky)” latest installment of the Magical Marriage Ribbons-Verse, the Untamed Mega Saga, for which the author starandrea has been posting a chapter every day since May 31st 2020, so 805 consecutive days as of now without missing ONE. It boggles the mind. (I’ve started reading when the verse was ... oh I think about three parts in, I haven’t missed one too since then)

Last song: “The Greatest Show on Earth” - Nightwish, it’s my soundtrack for my daily yoga practice (no I am in fact not joking), so it doesn’t really count last leisure listening was the soundtrack of ‘Robin Hood - Das Musical’

Last series: Ooofff... ok, so many balls in the air at the same time. I’m watching “The Sandman” of course, as you do and loving it. Also “Extraordinary Attorney Woo” which is THE MOST(tm). Recently finished my rewatch and catch-up of “Manifest” and rewatched a couple of episodes of The Devil Judge with a friend who just started and that I got into it, remembering why I can’t be normal about those boys (and how delightful it is to rewatch with someone experiencing sth for the first time). Of course went down the magnificent and batshit crazy rabbithole that is Kinnporsche. Also, “Tomorrow” which is definitely my fav K-Drama of 2022.

Last movie: Day Shift - Fun and a nice remix of vampire tropes that you don’t really see on top of each other a lot. But it felt more like a set up to a movie trilogy I don’t know if it’s made enough impact into getting, so the premise might have been served better as a mini series? ...The Gray Man, which was solid and enjoyable and absolutely bonkers with how hilarious it was to watch Chris Evans have a ton of fun playing straight up, no holds barred, unredeemable villian. Ryan Gosling can stay... Ana de Armas is queen bee.

Currently working on: My last day of vacation :sob: and of course my WIP/plot bunnie enclosure excel spreadsheet (yes, I do not do things by half until I halfass writing them). Anyway, actual words or plotty thinky thoughts were put into:

- The Devil Judge a/b/o PWP (that has, so far, about 5k of set up and no porn) with a Jung Sunah made them do it scenario and non-traditional dynamics (yeah, idek...)

- Vincenzo Inception fusion - Jang Han Seo wakes up from getting shot to a curious set up of sleeping people around him (really really wanna write this one but the premise is so vast I’m afraid of flaming out again)

- three separate 9-1-1 Buddie fics of varying size and scope that reaches from one’s in love the other isn’t and confessions make things complicated (or do they), the fall out from the truck bombing goes the other way for Buck & the “Eddie deals with his 5B-issues by discovering shibari”!AU (do NOT try this at home-therapy)

- The Untamed - Blades of Glory!AU

pheeeeew. hooookay, wow, that was interesting, hope your learned something about me. I’mma tag some people, but please, feel free to participate at your own leisure. @hattalove, @the-marathon-continues-nip , @iskarieot, @themostglorioushour, @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels , @fondofeveryprickle, @ahhhnorealnamesallowed, @sam-t-a, @b612sunsets

#tag game #get to know me #lol

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mr-and-mr-diaz · 3 years

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I just. I just thought about Eddie holding baby Jee-Yun? And singing to her while she clutches at his finger with her tiny meaty baby hand??

Maybe Buck freaked out a little because she was being fussy and wouldn't settle, and its probably nothing but hey, who better to call than Eddie, who conveniently has the day off and cuts off Buck's panicked rambling with a soothing;

"Its okay, Buck. Give me ten minutes, okay? You're doing great. She's probably just restless."

Eddie gets there and sends Buck off to cook dinner or shower or take a nap, scooping Jee-Yun out of her travel crib and making sure she's changed, warm, fed and content. And its been so long since Christopher was this tiny, but holding Jee-Yun makes him think back to that tiny, wriggly little bundle in his arms for the first time, back before it all went to shit.

Eddie pacing slowly around the lower loft, singing quietly, tickling her little chin, grinning when she giggles and gurgles at him. And he can see so much of Maddie and Chimney in her already. She's got Maddie's eyes and Chimney's lopsided grin.

(And for a little crack, maybe Buck catches this scene and is so overwhelmed he just blurts out; "put a baby in me!" And Eddie is like; "... What?" 👁👄👁 Which cues a hilariously awkward but heartfelt confession of feelings on both sides.)

Hey hey! So I like I told you I started this a while ago and then got SEVERE AND DEBILITATING writers block, and it sat waiting for new life. And then 5x03 happened, so Hello, new life! I hope you love it!

With You, My Life, I Will Get Married

Warning: mild spoilers for 9-1-1 season 5 episode 3.

Chimney was out searching for Maddie.

After shifts, on weekends, whenever he had a second, he was either spending time with Jee or out searching for her mom.

In times when he was on the search everyone at the 118 was making time to watch Jee Yun. Mrs. Lee was doing what she could, but couldn't always be available, and when that happened, Jee would spend some time at Bobby and Athena's or by Hen and Karen. And when they had too much going on, or when either of the uncles felt like they weren't getting enough time with their beautiful niece, she would spend time at her Uncle Buck's or Uncle Albert's.

Uncle Buck got lucky this time.

Eight hours in and everything had gone wrong. Buck shoulders were damp with spit-up, baby drool, and snot and all Jee seemed capable of doing was crying, crying, crying.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what I did wrong, and, and now--just, Jee, please, it's okay, I'm here--!"

She continued to yell and Buck got more and more panicked. "Your Uncle Albert's gonna be here in like 5 minutes, Jee, okay? And then, maybe, maybe he's better with you? And will make you happy, and then--Oh God, what have I done wrong--"

A knocking at the door sent him back on his feet, swaying toward the loft entrance. It opened before he could get there, however, and he stopped where he was, a furious Jee Yun screaming in his ears as Eddie Diaz, not Albert Han, walked in.

"You look like you're having fun." Eddie's eyebrow was raised and his mouth quirked in a teasing smile.

"Eddie...?" Buck's momentary shock was interrupted as Jee let out another wail. "Um, sorry, this isn't the best time at the moment, but Albert--"

"--has a date tonight and sent me as his relief." Eddie reached out and plucked Jee Yun from Buck's arms. "And you have a date with your shower and a few hours' sleep."

"I--no, it's okay, I know you just got off shift--"

"Buck." Eddie shifted Jee to one arm, and the other rested on Buck's chest, over his pattering heartbeat. He met Buck's eyes, his own calm despite the bundle of adorable chaos still screaming bloody murder into his shoulder. "Go shower."

"...Yeah, okay."

***

She truly was one of the cutest babies, even when she was liable to wake up the neighborhood with her noise, Eddie thought with a smile as he re-seated her over one shoulder and began to firmly but gently tap her back.

"Your Tio Eddie is going to assume this is a gas issue, okay, chiquita? Christopher used to have this all the time, and he would scream and cry." Eddie huffed ruefully. "I was useless at it then, but Shannon showed me what to do." He kept tapping at her back. "Good set of lungs means a healthy baby, good job, Jee. Now, let's see if we can't get this gas out of you so you can calm down and you and your Tio Buck can get some sleep, okay?"

Eddie started circling the room, the sun beginning to set as he heard he shower turn on.

"There you go, see? Your Buck is going to get all showered since you drooled all over him, and then you both can get some sleep, how's that sound?"

He was answered with a burp far louder than Jee's small body should be capable of making. Then a sweet gurgling sound as she nestled her chin into his shoulder.

"There, feel better, mi princesa?" Eddie whispered against her soft, downy hair. "When I was small and got upset, and my parents got annoyed with my sulking, they'd send me to Abuela. And she would sit me down on her lap, just like this," he sat down on Buck's couch, and settled Jee Yun against his broad chest, rubbing her small back with a large warm hand. "And she would hug me until I forgot what I was so upset about. All I could think about was the smell of her perfume and how much I wanted to be like her one day.

"Then Pepa would come out and yell at both of us that it's about damn time we came into the house, dinner doesn't make itself." Eddie laughed at the memory. Jee made a small discontented noise and Eddie stood up again, walking toward the kitchen, where he saw the half-formed works of bottle making on the counter. "Shhh, princesa, Tio Eddie's gonna make you a bottle." With Jee over his shoulder, sounding more and more on the edge of hunger-panic, Eddie quickly assembled a bottle then leaned back against the kitchen island and cradled Jee Yun in his arms, pressing the nipple to her mouth, which she accepted gratefully.

"Better, yeah? Where was I...? Oh." Eddie smiled. "Once we were inside, Pepa, Abuela and I would make arroz con leche. Abuella would wash the rice, Pepa would be tutting the whole time about too much sugar, but she would always wink at me and add just a bit more before the cinnamon." Eddie couldn't help the smile that stole over his face as he remembered Abuela's warm kitchen in her El Paso ranch house before she and Pepa relocated to LA. In winter, the windows would fog over from the heat of whatever was on the stove. When she left, a lot of Eddie's heart left with her.

"They used to sing me the song too, you know?" Jee gurgled around her dinner and Eddie smiled again. "Well, I wasn't planning to sing it, but you drive a hard bargain." Eddie's poked Jee's soft cheek with a finger and began to sing.

Arroz con leche se quiere casar con una viudita de la capital, que sepa tejer, que sepa bordar, que ponga la aguja en su campanal.

(English translation: Rice with milk (rice pudding) Wishes to get married With a little widow from the capital. Who knows how to weave (or knit), Who knows how to embroider, Who puts the church steeple in the bell tower.)

***

Eddie was no American Idol contestant, but his voice was soothing and good. Strong. Listening to him sing from his seat on the stairs, Buck almost felt like he was where Jee currently snuggled, right against Eddie's chest, as his bass voice sung the gentle Spanish lyrics, harmonized by the occasional happy noise from Jee Yun.

Yo soy la viudita la hija del rey. Me quiero casar y no sé con quien. Contigo sí, contigo no, Contigo mi vida me casaré yo.

(English translation: I am the widow The daughter of the king, I want to get married and I don’t know with whom. With you, yes. With you, no. With you, my life, I will get married.)

Buck's head knocked lightly against the banister, body relaxing. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just the softest sweatpants he owned with a towel draped over his shoulders to catch water from the mess of wet curls on his head.

Eddie's so hard on himself all the time. I don't get it. He's such a good dad.

Dazedly, Buck's eyes fixed on Eddie's mouth as he repeated the verses again. Then Eddie sighed.

"Afterward Pepa would ask me who I want to marry and Abuela would laugh at me, and I'd always complain--" Jee gurgled again. "Like that, yes. But honestly, it was nice... Even though between you and me, Pepa can't sing very well at all." Eddie's lips quirked again in a smile. "Kind of like your Uncle Buck."

Buck startled at his name and looked up at Eddie's eyes. They twinkled back at him in the dying last light of the day, Eddie's golden skin lit by the last rays of the sun. Buck felt his face heat with a blush, knew there was nothing to do about it.

"Sorry, I should've--"

"Feel better after your shower?"

Buck sighed and smiled. "Yeah. World's better." He stood, stretching out his long legs as he descended the stairs. It was full dark now, but Buck didn't feel like turning on a light. "I can take her now."

"Nope." Eddie met him midway, hand on Buck's shoulder turning him around. "You're both getting some sleep now." One hand on Buck's shoulder, the other holding a drowsy Jee Yun, Eddie guided him back up the stairs, and pressed Buck down until he was sitting on his bed.

"Eddie, are you sure--"

"Shhh." Eddie deposited Jee into Buck's arms, then sat down behind him. "You can hold her for now." Eddie's hands skimmed up Buck's warm back then pulled the towel off Buck's shoulders, laying it on top of Buck's head, where a corner flopped over his eyes.

"Eddie?"

"Hold still, Buck."

Eddie's strong hands curled into the towel and Buck's hair, rubbing vigorously to get it dry. "Seriously, anyone who has ever seen your hair at work would marvel at how different it looks before you comb and gel all the life out of it." He rubbed vigorously, and Buck felt himself relaxing back against Eddie's chest. Tomorrow, he might look back at this and feel embarrassed. He might have to apologize. Tomorrow, he would go back to hiding how much he felt for the man who was drying his hair, still absent-mindedly humming the Arroz con leche tune under his breath. But for now, Eddie was too near and too warm and too... Eddie. And Buck found that he couldn't deny himself Eddie right now.

Buck cleared his throat and made himself focus on their conversation. "I used to wear my hair naturally, but people said it looked floppy. Made me look like a puppy."

"People are stupid sometimes, Buck. You know this." Eddie's thumb traced the shell of Buck's ear. "And if you think slicking back your hair makes you look less like a puppy, you really shouldn't be bothering." He snickered as Buck tried to shoulder his chest and Jee made a noise of complaint.

"So I just look like a puppy all the time, huh?"

The towel dropped. Eddie's arms came around, holding onto Buck and Jee Yun both. "I think you're a beautiful man, Buck."

The air in Buck's chest hiccupped out of his mouth. His heart picked up speed as the places where Eddie's hands rested on his stomach seemed to heat from within. "Y... Eddie?"

"Shhh. Sleep now. Jee's asleep, but who knows for how long." Eddie's voice was gruff, embarrassed. "I'll just--"

"Stay?" It came out too high, too soft. Buck cleared his throat and tried again. "I mean, if it isn't any trouble, and--"

"I can stay." Eddie's arms tightened around Buck again and he pulled him backwards until Buck could lay out flat on his back, before pressing Buck's head down on his pillow. Then Eddie pulled Jee from Buck's arms and sat back against the headrest, legs folded together, Buck's niece cuddled again against his chest. "Sleep now."

"Okay." There was so much Buck wanted to know. To say. It all got stopped in his throat as fear tamped it all down to squirm in his chest.

"Eddie?" The word found its way out.

"Hm?"

"...Nothing."

A sigh. Then, "Come here."

Buck didn't hesitate, moving his head off the pillow and onto Eddie's lap. Eddie's spare hand found its way back into his curls and tugged lightly before stroking through them, gently, so gently.

"Sleep now."

"Okay. But," Buck's jaw cracked around a large yawn. "Before... you have to know..."

"Hm?"

"You are... so beautiful... Eddie Diaz."

Buck felt Eddie's hand tighten in his hair again, before releasing, fingers wandering down to trace his eyebrows, his nose, his lips.

"Sleep, querido."

As Buck's eyes slipped closed, and awareness almost dropped away, he swore he could feel lips press lightly right above his eye, on his birth mark.

"Contigo mi vida me casaré yo."

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luifairesaigner · 3 years

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From the prompt: "Please? It’ll just be a few hours, I promise."

Pairing: Buddie

Word count: 777

Isabel and Josephina had taken a trip to Texas for a week to celebrate a relative’s 80th birthday. But Abuela owned a tiny Pomeranian and needed someone to watch her while she was gone. She wouldn’t leave without making sure Butterscotch was taken care of, and A-Shift happened to have four days off.

“Please? I’m ordering pizza and it’ll just be a few hours, I promise,” Eddie pleaded over the phone. “There’s not a lot to do here, so I brought the XBox… but he’s asking for his Buck.”

Buck didn’t really need to be persuaded to visit with Christopher. It was his favorite pastime. So, he got dressed and drove out to Whittier without a second thought. But agreeing to spend the night had been a stupid idea.

He reminded himself of that as he sat in darkness on the antique sofa in the den after they’d all said a quick goodnight. An afghan, handmade no doubt, hung over the back and there were two pillows and a comforter placed neatly at the end for him to use. But Buck wasn’t sleepy.

A Tiffany lamp on a decorated end table sat in front of a wall of framed photographs and Buck couldn’t help himself. Three kids, two girls and a boy, were prevalent in most of them and it melted his heart to see Eddie’s little face with chubby cheeks and doe eyes.

Food stained the tank top he wore as he sat in a high chair with one of his sisters beside him at the table eating cereal and Buck sighed with utter fondness. Christopher’s baby pictures looked so much like Eddie’s did. Same wild, thick hair cowlicked in every direction, same endearing smile that could light the world should the sun ever burn out. He couldn’t feel more in love if he tried; but he needn’t try. The secret feelings grew stronger every day.

Softly playing music lured Buck from his thoughts and he snapped his attention toward the doorway that led down the hall to the main house. The longer he listened, he realized it wasn’t coming from the actual house. Crouching toward the floor with each palm on each knee, Buck deduced that the sound had to be coming from… below?

The jaunty little tune felt familiar, but Buck couldn’t place it as he walked the corridor toward the kitchen. Though it seemed to become louder the closer he got to the front of the house. Between the living room and the kitchen there was a hallway with three doors. The first, an obvious bathroom. The second Buck learned to be a coat closet. And the third, the source.

As he walked tentatively down the stairway, Buck clenched the railing to keep from stumbling down to the bottom when both knees instantly turned to goo.

“Just remember what your old pal said, boy you've got a friend in me,” Eddie sang to a laughing Christopher as they sat side by side on a piano bench. “Yeah you’ve got a friend in me.”

“You gotta friend in meee!” Christopher squealed excitedly as he started the next verse. Eddie parroted it with perfect pitch as they looked at each other and Buck felt his pulse spike as he gnawed at his lips between his teeth.

His body on autopilot as he floated over each step, Buck shook his head to try and return to normal as he got close enough for Eddie to turn his head to notice.

He grinned when he saw him approach and Christopher leapt from his seat to throw his arms around Buck’s waist. Eddie didn’t stop playing, he only said, “Christopher got me out of bed so we could come sing a goodnight song,” before repeating the melody so they could catch up.

“Sing with us, Buck!” Christopher insisted and shoved Buck into the space he’d been sitting beside Eddie until their shoulders bumped. Christopher didn’t hesitate to perch himself atop Buck’s knee.

“You got troubles, I've got 'em too / there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you / we stick together and see it through / cuz you've got a friend in me!” they sang together until Eddie was riffing like Elton John and saying, “thank you, thank you, now goodnight.”

Christopher protested of course, but Eddie stood up with finality. “Alright, let’s get this guy to bed for real this time!” Eddie growled and touched their foreheads while he swept his son close to carry him up the stairs.

Lingering at the foot of the staircase, Eddie paused before he wondered, “You wanna come help me?”

#fluffiness #buddie #one shot #buddipher #diaz boys #melting souls and stealing hearts #buckley diaz family #if you’re reading thank you for that I appreciate you #my fic #bless you if you reblog thank you so much

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johnny-romero-and-the-family · 7 years

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Every day when I’m getting ready for work I hook my iPod up to my speakers, select one of the playlists I’ve made, and set it on shuffle. I was in the shower this morning when a very special song came on. I hadn’t listened to it in a while and as soon as I heard the first few bars, I knew what my next entry would be about.

It was the summer of 1998, right before my freshman year of high school. I’d been playing guitar for about two years. I was barely starting to understand the instrument and I was falling deeply in love with the music. My idols at that time were bands like Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Nirvana, U2, and Fleetwood Mac, as well as guitarists like Eric Clapton and Stevie Ray Vaughan. I’d gotten my first chills from songs like “Stairway to Heaven,” “Layla,” and “Bohemian Rhapsody,” so I knew music could be powerful and moving. But even still, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

My mom took me to a local music store one afternoon while she was running errands. I had a few extra bucks and I wanted some new music. I made a few selections and narrowed it down to either Achtung Baby by U2 or The Ultimate Experience, a Jimi Hendrix greatest hits album. I wanted the U2 album badly and I almost got it because I really wasn’t a Hendrix fan at that point. Naturally, I’d heard all the hype about him being the greatest guitarist ever, but when I listened to songs like “Foxy Lady” or “Hey Joe,” I thought (God, I can’t believe I’m about to write this), What’s the big deal?

In the end, I bought The Ultimate Experience because I already had some U2 and I figured I needed some Hendrix in my collection if I was going to be a guitarist.

My mom let me listen to the CD in the car on the way home. The first song was “All Along the Watchtower.” My mom wouldn’t let me turn the volume up to where I wanted it, but as soon as I heard that thunderous acoustic guitar progression that opens the song, the hair stood up on my skin.

What the hell? I thought. That has never happened so quickly.

We pulled into the garage about halfway through the song. I snatched the CD, ran straight to my room, put the CD in my stereo, and cranked the volume. Immediately, I was in a different world. The mood was frantic and there were two voices guiding me. One was a deep blues howl that shook my soul as it told a haunting story of a joker and a thief. The other was a guitar that sounded like some wild mythological beast unleashed into the night.

I don’t remember if my eyes were open or closed. It didn’t matter. At that point I existed in another dimension. A bomb could have detonated in my room and I wouldn’t have budged.

The chills stayed with me through the first two verses and guitar solos. Then, after the second guitar solo, something hit me that changed my life forever. I heard sounds that were unlike anything I would have thought possible.

This is a human being playing a guitar? I thought.

I became delirious. This was so much more than chills. This was a spiritual awakening; a metaphysical rebirth.

I found out later that that first crazy solo in the middle of the song was played on an electric 12-string guitar with a slide and an echo effect. With those tools, Jimi had created something perfect and he wasn’t finished.

The next part of the solo was played with a wah-wah pedal. It was an effect I was already very familiar with, but I’d never heard anyone use it this way. When other guitarists used it, they emphasized either the effect or the guitar. Jimi didn’t have to choose. He blended both so that they were perfectly cohesive.

Coming out of the big guitar solos, Jimi screamed, “ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER…” and with that, I was his forever. When I left the house with my mom that morning, I was a basketball player with a burgeoning interest in music and guitar. When I opened my eyes after hearing “All Along the Watchtower” for the first time, music was life and The Ultimate Experience was my Bible. “All Along the Watchtower” became my favorite song of all-time and nothing has replaced it to this day.

It has taken me until now to begin to understand how many things I have learned solely because of that song. I don’t know how it is for others, but I became a musician because I was chasing something. For years, I didn’t know what it was. I just had so much fun playing guitar that I didn’t stop to think why I was doing it. Now I can see that this whole time I’ve been trying to reach what Jimi found on “All Along the Watchtower.”

John Mayer once wrote a tribute column about Hendrix in Rolling Stone. In closing the column, he said, “Who I am as a guitarist is defined by my failure to become Jimi Hendrix. However far you stop on your climb to be like him, that’s who you are.” Hendrix spawned a legion of followers who have followed that exact path. From Eddie Hazel to Stevie Ray Vaughan to Kirk Hammet to Joe Satriani to John Frusciante to John Mayer, the Gospel According to Jimi has given life to countless guitarists over the past four decades. He created a fraternity that includes some of the greatest players to ever hold the instrument, and since hearing “All Along the Watchtower” for the first time I have fantasized constantly about joining that fraternity one day. Whatever other interests we have, we are all connected by our pursuit of the standard that Jimi set.

The catch, as John Mayer said, is that we’ll never get there. It is impossible. You can learn to play his songs. You can play faster than he did. You can improve on his technique. But no one will ever revolutionize the guitar the way he did. Even today, after all the great music and all the innovations we’ve seen in the past 40 years, his music is still miles and miles ahead of us. I’ve heard guitar solos that blew my mind and inspired me to practice for hours, but I still have yet to hear anything that can touch the solos in the middle of “All Along the Watchtower.”

Yet rather than viewing that as an insurmountable challenge, I see it as a blessing. With that song, Jimi gave me an identity. I was one of those kids who always struggled to fit in, for one reason or another. Once I opened my eyes in Jimi’s world, I stopped caring about any of that. None of it matters because I know what I am. I am an artist and a guitarist. Whether I am any good remains to be seen, but that much is certain. I know that not because of any measure of talent or ability. Talent is a subjective idea and ability is little more than practice and repetition. Those are not my gifts. My gift is the feeling I got when I heard “All Along the Watchtower” for the first time.

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