Back in 1993, the great John Hiatt sang, “Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars/Smashing a perfectly good guitar.”
Whether allegorical or not, Hiatt – in his song, Perfectly Good Guitar, from his album of the same name (which, by the way, rips) – put to words and music a sentiment felt by many, players and otherwise, since the Who's windmilling, creatively restless guitar-slinger, Pete Townshend, first made a ritual of reducing his guitars to hunks of wood onstage six decades ago.
