When it Began

Said one brother to the other, "Did you ever hear?" Said the other in reply, "Hear of what, my dear?" 

The kid who lived in a swamp and one night he had a dream: 

In the dream, he was being pursued by topless men in leather and lycra pants, high-heeled boots (they were not exceedingly fast) and bright and colorful makeup, haha! 

They had long, beautifully-styled hair and they made a special kind of music 

- everything from Iron Maiden to Winger and a whole bunch in-between 

- some of it captivated him, like the bands called Rush, Def Leppard and many more!!! 

- some of it made him feel funny and almost sick, like the Judas Priest and the King Diamond and the King Crimson and the King's X and the Queensryche 

- some of it made him feel like a bit less of a man, pretty much any of the bands that ended in -er or had "white" in their name 

- some of it did nothing at all, stryper, dokken, damn yankees and quite a few more that he acknowledged than he'd care to admit - ha!

As they approached he knew them by their sounds and he perched upon a precipice which had suddenly appeared for him to perch upon.

As he perched he pondered and what he pondered was this:

Should I:

a. stay and rock

b. stay and fight

c. turn and run

In that moment, the precipice he was perched upon became a decision, and that decision was one that could probably change everything for everyone everywhere for always.

And it was then, in THAT moment that he either made or found a piece of wood, and he called it...

Jesus' guitar pick