Glorious: Chapter IIIt was a Saturday morning. The sun was a brilliant flamingo pink as it rose through the tangerine sky. The birds congregating in the tree next to my window stirred me from my sleep.And then the phone rang. Groggily, I stumbled into the living room and picked it up. The voice on the other end of the line was soft, soothing like wind chimes clinking together in a gentle breeze. "Hello, is this Eva?"I perked up a bit from my early morning stupor. "Yes, this is Eva. Are you that music shop guy's friend who wanted help moving his stuff?"He chuckled. "Leave it to Dan to forget vital information like his name. So, are you free today?""One moment." I put down the receiver and tiptoed into my mother's room. Softly, I asked for permission, and she mumbled an approval grumpily. I came back and picked up the phone again. "Yeah. Any chance you could pick me up?""Of course. I'll be there at noon." I gave him my address slowly so that he could jot it down. "Alright. See you in a bit. Bye.""Bye.
Glorious: Chapter II knew I loved her from the minute I set eyes on her.The voluptuous curves of her gorgeous body sent tingles down my spine. She was a perfect fit in my arms. Running my fingers gently across her, I knew she was the one.I had fallen quite hard for this Gibson Les Paul.This guitar and I had been getting to know each other for an hour now. Even though I didn't know much of anything about the guitar, I knew that there was something magical about the sound of this one. Face glowing, hands trembling like the leaves in autumn, I brought the guitar to a salesperson and asked, "How much is it?""It's $4,999.99."The red glow on my face vanished as my heart sunk down to my feet.I knew neither my family nor myself could afford that. As I muttered a thank you to the salesperson and sullenly walked back to put the guitar back where it belonged, he must have sensed my disappointment. "I think we have something a bit better for you.""Really?" The blood rushed to my face once again."Yes. Follow
Glorious: IntroductionMy love affair with rock started with Jimmy Page.I met him through a guy, a silly summer fling, and an insatiable appetite for classic rock. Growing up with parents raised in South America, I was never exposed to legends like Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd or even The Beatles. They were into disco and 80's pop like Michael Jackson. For everyone else, my inability to recognize Blackbird or Whole Lotta Love was shocking.So shocking in fact, that this boy took it upon himself to introduce me to it all. Jefferson Airplane. Jimi Hendrix. AC/DC. My lessons were brief, but it was enough to instill a curiosity in me. The vocalists sang like they felt the pain expressed in the lyrics. The guitarists poured their soul into the strings from their fingers. It all inspired me.After we broke up, I embarked on my journey into classic rock myself. What I found was amazing. If the songs themselves were expressive and interesting, then the stories behind them really blew me away. Some musicians made musi