As we were on our way to see G-Force (which my man aptly described as “an hour and a half of my life I will never get back” - what a crappy movie) the boys and I were discussing guitar gods. We talked about Eric Clapton, Keith Richards (the mid-size’s idea), Alex Lifeson (that’s right, you read it right Alex Lifeson of Rush) among others, the economy size piped up with a name, “Jimi Carter,” he shouted from the backseat. Drug addicted, ill fated guitar legend who set his guitar on fire at Monterey Pop or the 39th president of the United States, I can see how he could be confused.
