Untold numbers of guitars (or at least calories) have been burnt by players attempting to expand the possibilities of the instrument. After xy techno theatre, I still liked my wild electronic sounds, but I wanted a more honest approach to the guitar, bare fingers on strings, letting the tone of the wood ring out on its own. I ended up traveling to Cordoba, Spain, where I soaked up everything from the Medieval history of the Crusades to the Flamenco performances. Mostly, I took pictures.
Upon my return, I set to work on a new project which combined live video mixing of the pictures I'd taken, some Drum 'n' Bass mixes my DJ Doc Livingston had come up with and bassist Matt Deason had fleshed out, spoken word, and the sounds of my fingernails splintering against nylon strings.
"Some people assume that they were learning from me, but I can tell you it was me learning from them. I have never studied music, I am incapable of studying harmony - I don't have the discipline. Playing with McLaughlin and Di Meola was about learning these things."
Such blasphemy, coming from the greatest speed demons of their day, does ring of the truth. But those unforgettable Guitar Trio performances, ones that resulted in rabid fan bases willing to support them through all the present and future chapters in their creativity, deserve their own moment of shock and awe.