
This incredible instrument is currently on display in a museum in Texas. When I look at a photo of Stevie’s main guitar it takes me back to being 13 and having my young mind being completely blown-away by this guy in a big hat wailing like there was no tomorrow. I’d never really heard anything like it before.
SRV was an incredibly important person in my life…even though I never had the opportunity to meet him, much less actually get to play guitar with him. His passion, humour, courage in overcoming his personal demons and simply awesome songs captured my imagination in a way that few others have.
SRV lead me to Clapton, who in turn lead me to BB KIng, Freddy King, Robert Johnson and Son House. He opened a up a world of possibilities to me that saw me (for a time at least) only wanting to play blues-based music on a Strat and through a Fender Twin or Bassman amp. Nothing else was acceptable!
When he passed away I was devastated. I felt as though my best friend had been taken from me. I doubt many people realised how much his playing had touched my soul and moved me to start copying his guitar style…which ultimately saw me ditch the ambitions of an academic career in history or of being a lawyer.
When Stevie viewed this guitar – as battered and bruised as it was – I can only imagine what he reflected on. All the gigs, the miles travelled, the hard times of trying to establish yourself as a musician, the joy of playing your heart out to an appreciative crowd, getting to jam with your heroes, hearing yourself on the radio or seeing yourself on TV.
The first US-made Strat that I owned held so many similar memories for me. It was a wonderful instrument, but even more than that it held so many memories of where I had been and what I had done. When it was stolen the disconnect I felt with saying good-bye to those memories was almost as painful as having such a great guitar get pinched.
Music is such a powerful medium. I believe it is in fact the most-powerful art form there is. Music can say things so deep that words cannot begin to express the magnitude and depth of the true meaning.
Music can take you to places where you never expected and provide you with experiences you never thought possible. Playing the guitar has seen me travel who knows how far up and down the east coast of Australia. It has seen me playing in places like LA and Arizona. Celebrating special occasions for family members such as backyard weddings to appearing on national TV.
The guitar has in some ways become an extension of my voice. I can be very shy but the guitar has allowed me to express myself in ways I never thought possible to thousands of people at a time.
If you are thinking about playing – or starting again -just do it!
You’ll never know where it will take you but it will be deeply rewarding











