The never ending story
Meanwhile, Matt continues his frantic search for the stolen Competition Prize Guitar. Little does he realize that as he slept, Tommy Emmanuel had entered his hotel room, reclaimed his Gibson Country Gentleman, and put the competition guitar in the case in its place. As Tommy scampered down the hallway with the 'Country Gentleman', he laughed, "That guy almost had me fooled....I was actually starting to believe that he was a REAL Aussie! Thank goodness that Neil guy, you know, the really average American guitar player, put me straight on Matt's little game."
Across town, Neil, dressed in his Los Gatos uniform, and clutching a large mug of coffee, strolled across the street from his four star hotel to a small park. He sat on a bench, enjoying the crisp Alpine air. He took a deep breath. It was a beautiful day. One of those days they only have in Europe, Neil thought. As he sat there alone, the birds were singing to each other from tree to tree.
One bird caught his attention. "B minor seventh," he thought.
As he listened more intently, Neil began to pick out the glorious sounds of a single bird here, a couple singing in harmony there. In his mind, Neil began to transcribe the symphony of nature. He could hear it and see it on the fretboard, he could imagine his fingers moving effortlessly, reproducing the glorious sounds of nature.
I haven't felt this way since the 70's, he thought.
Suddenly it seemed, Neil was aware of a stranger's presence. Walking toward him was a tall older man with greying hair. And though he was getting up there in years, there was something about the man that was youthfull. The way he carried himself, maybe. "Athlete," Neil guessed. "Perhaps a model for Retired European Magazine...?
One bird caught his attention. "B minor seventh," he thought.
As he listened more intently, Neil began to pick out the glorious sounds of a single bird here, a couple singing in harmony there. In his mind, Neil began to transcribe the symphony of nature. He could hear it and see it on the fretboard, he could imagine his fingers moving effortlessly, reproducing the glorious sounds of nature.
I haven't felt this way since the 70's, he thought.
Suddenly it seemed, Neil was aware of a stranger's presence. Walking toward him was a tall older man with greying hair. And though he was getting up there in years, there was something about the man that was youthfull. The way he carried himself, maybe. "Athlete," Neil guessed. "Perhaps a model for Retired European Magazine...?
Then he heard a kind of a yodel with a nice accompaniment fingerpicking guitar,,quick he turned his ears were it came from and walked that way,,under a spruce tree there a saw her and said ''gutentag ich bin Neil'' she looked him in the eyes and said ''ich bin Heidi...
"Heidi"? Neil asked.
The tall man smiled. "No, I dress this way on occassion. It's Chris Neverfoundthetime. We have all heard you are here in Svitzerland. Tony, Dennis, Joe, Al, Suzi, Michele....everyone will be here shortly to join the gig." The tall man grinned broadly.
"Ah," Neil nodded, still somewhat lost in his revelry. Suddenly a cell phone rang. The tall man, Chris answered.
"It is Willem," he said to Neil. "He cannot come. He says: I had notten used my dopplegangler."
Neil smiled knowingly. "Tell Willem one thing. Viagra."
Chris nodded approvingly and spoke into the phone. "Villem. Viagra."
The tall man smiled. "No, I dress this way on occassion. It's Chris Neverfoundthetime. We have all heard you are here in Svitzerland. Tony, Dennis, Joe, Al, Suzi, Michele....everyone will be here shortly to join the gig." The tall man grinned broadly.
"Ah," Neil nodded, still somewhat lost in his revelry. Suddenly a cell phone rang. The tall man, Chris answered.
"It is Willem," he said to Neil. "He cannot come. He says: I had notten used my dopplegangler."
Neil smiled knowingly. "Tell Willem one thing. Viagra."
Chris nodded approvingly and spoke into the phone. "Villem. Viagra."
Neil up and asked, "What did Willem say?"
"Um... I'm not sure but I think he is in, and he will come. He also says Bear and Bill and Buddy and Wiley...and Bob...and both Marks are on their way. Oh, and both Kennys!"
Neil frowned. "Both Kennys? Good and Bad Kenny. I thought Matt took care of Bad Kenny."
Chris, being octolingual, questioned Willem in Dutch... or Flemish... or...
Anyway, Chris replied, "Just good Kenny. And Uncle Walt."
"Um... I'm not sure but I think he is in, and he will come. He also says Bear and Bill and Buddy and Wiley...and Bob...and both Marks are on their way. Oh, and both Kennys!"
Neil frowned. "Both Kennys? Good and Bad Kenny. I thought Matt took care of Bad Kenny."
Chris, being octolingual, questioned Willem in Dutch... or Flemish... or...
Anyway, Chris replied, "Just good Kenny. And Uncle Walt."
Meanwhile a short hop away (12000kms)in sunny New Zealand, Chas had been typing furiously on the Forums and not getting any response from any of the members , Neil or even Matt. In desperation he even poked fun at Amtts spelign , still no response. After a week of this he thought to himself 'Hmmm something is awry here, I'll contact the big cheese himself Swiss Chris and find out whats going on with TG'
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...as Chas talked to his travel agent, back over in Europe, time was running out. There was only 6 hours to go before the first TG Live Tour show was to kick off in, of all places, the auditorium of FIFA, the world soccer association's HQ perched high up above the city and Lake of Zürich. FIFA President (a Taylor fan and secret picker) Sep Blatter had been practising his favourite Pink Floyd songs all week, neglecting even to count all the dosh he had received to cover his "expenses" for the up coming World Cup in South Africa. Franz Beckenbauer (An E-Guitar addict) and Christian Ronaldo (a budding tenor and wicked acoustic strummer) were already in the lobby sipping coffee and shooting the breeze in anticipation of the evening's gig. Apparently, Neil was going to be playing with a surprise guest, one of the world's greatest guitarist from Austria or Australia, no one was sure from where exactly but the anticipation was rising.
Meanwhile, down town, Matt was getting really nervous by now and called Neil's mobile number, and waited while it rang and rang.....
Meanwhile, down town, Matt was getting really nervous by now and called Neil's mobile number, and waited while it rang and rang.....
Neil casually excused himself midway through Ronaldo's fascinating story on how he had developed the skill of dropping to the turf like he was mortally wounded every time an opposition player came within 10 yards of him, and glanced at his phone. Seeing it was Matt, he let it go through to voice mail. "That will teach him for making me pump out 15 Eric Clapton Target lessons in 3 days", he said. Ronaldo abruptly announced that he had a leg waxing appointment and got up to leave just as...