Building out the overtones, the riff and roar, the patient strum and pick. A guitar infused with the hands of a ghost, pale faced and silent, his instrument speaks his name. A gifted diligence of precision ensues, as an effulgence of spontaneous grooves burns upon the fretboard, a harmonic convergence of ecstatic melodies, the universe has found its hands. The melancholic revery that swings into an explosion of triumphant sound. Welcome to Buckethead’s Land.
Inspired by: Buckethead
An artist, a seafarer of sound, that brings his treasures back to the shore to share with those that would listen.
Image by: Matthew Balch