John Fahey's a big JYEAH in my little book of sounds.
I don't know if it's still like this but some of those damned music providers don't work in the Canadian states. Grooveshark, therefore, is a goshsend.
I saw Fahey twice live.
The best time was when he did the warmup for Larry Coryell in the fusion era. Coryell had Alponse Mouson on drums with that group. Shaft meets the modern Buddy Rich and they go out for a joint and some D-bol.
Anyhows, Fahey gets real deep into a very long thing, going from one theme to another and back again, building slowly but intensely to a crashing peak when suddenly one of his strings decided to go KERSCHNAPP and half the heads in the audience snap back like a cross between your monthly visit to the chiro and Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Fuck, I must be drunk.
Most of the people in the audience just milled about clueless, waiting for Coryell to come on and complaining about Fahey's lack of technique and grace and musicianship and all that other horseshit. One of the best live music nights of my life, loving John's stuff and knowing the majority hated it. So it goes.
There's a couple of great books by Fahey and my favorite is How Bluegrass Music Destroyed My Life:
http://www.amazon.com/How-Bluegrass-Mus ... t_ep_dpi_1
This guy is funnier than shit, goes way out there and is knowledgeable as all hell.
Not too many people, even guitar 'players' like him all that much.
Hey, who gives a shit!