I want to become this
I was a kid in the street robbing houses, doing drugs, heading for crime. I got to go to school everyday and play my trumpet in my junior high, and it gave me something to believe in. Music is the voice of God, man. It’s the thing that keeps us together. It crosses every boundary that exists. Every boundary. I’m talking about boundaries to other dimensions beyond ethnic, economic, social-economic and every boundary. Music brings us together. Music is the voice of the people. Music is love. Music saved my life.
See this motherfucker? Thats right, his name is Flea, bassist of Red Hot Chili Peppers.
This guy is over 50 and is likely the best rock bassist around right now. This fucker can play so many versatile styles and sounds it’ll blow your fucking mind. The last woman this man fingered fucking died. This man can play his goddamn bass guitar and speeds that can break the shitstinking sound barriers, cuntticklers.
Y’know what else? This fucker knows how hard it is to get into music when you’re young. Good instruments? Shit, that stuff is steep! Guess what, dickstain. Flea has his own line of instruments that are high quality while still fitting the budget of a teenager. Those instruments he produces are the very same he uses on stage.
Flea is a god walking and will make you shit bricks as you walk by. Praise be to him.
“Sometimes when I look at John when I’m playing I just want to cry because there is so much love for music coming from his heart.”
- Flea
Red Hot Chili Peppers perform at Austin City Limits on October 14th, 2012. © Cambria Harkey
