That’s a good part of Outshined. Right or wrong, it sounds kind of right when played, but right or wrong it’s good for finger position changing. Weird chords. That’s what it did for me.

The other cool part of that song is when it completely changes into almost a country sounding riff.

This book and those songs, late 90’s, I was going through some rough times trying to grow up, find a direction, living on my own, I was living in this apartment in a small 6 apartment building owned by by this old German dude. Neighbour across the hall from me is this grumpy crotchety old fucker. Giving me s*** for parking, he’s OCDing on me. I listened then “Hey, you got a smoke man?” He goes, yeah, come on over and have a toke…” I go over there, he has a propane tank in the center of the room, with a torch, and a tuna can on top, dropping hash oil on there, using a pen to toke? I’m like holy f*** man… Turned out to be a good dude. I don’t know what happened to him, he bought a house in the middle of nowhere, this was late 90’s the D dude sold the building, he was a good shrink and would get anyone high. Always has a baby food jar of oil, some weed, hash, entire room lined with video tapes, movies, PBS documentaries, no cable, VHS, records, big collection. BUT I had a s***** old acoustic, neck separating from the body of the guitar, I sanded the fretboard down bare, but I would tune it up and play Outshined and STP Plush. There was this kid who moved in, lived upstairs. He was cool, her hang out there too. There was always someone hanging out. But yeah, I’d play that guitar, it was falling apart, but it sounded amazing. I had people outside at times going “holy s*** man… Was that you playing guitar? Yeah? You’re pretty good. I’d play my own jams and riffs in different tunings. People would hear it, I probably WAS pretty good too (Oh Yeah Stone Temple Pilots version of Dancing Days was another one I’d play and still can play) because I had nothing else to do. I’d play guitar. No cable, no such thing as internet. So I would play.

But at one point, I think it was just after I moved out late 90’s, maybe 99, I went to him and offed my guitar for a gram of oil. It was wortess. $150 BC Rish from the 80’s, my brother gave it away, got it back 7 or 8 years later with stickers all over it, came to my place and offered it to me, I took it. F****** right, cool. Traded it.

I come back, later, curiosity, wheres the guitar? Apparently the guy he took it to to repair told him it wasn’t even worth it, he knew but he gave it to Luke upstairs. Apparently “he had to have it” which was a compliment to me. I got a kick out of that.