All I've Got is a Red Guitar, Three Chords and the Truth

This line comes, of course, from U2's cover of All Along the Watchtower on their Rattle and Hum album.  Which has to be one of the top five live albums ever.  I'm listening to it now.

Rewinding a year or two, a guy once wrote, in the comments section of either Dealbreaker or Zerohedge, something like this:

It doesn't look anything like [insert subject name here--I forget who it was].

Then somebody immediately responded:

They never do.

Listen up, Readers:  I've got a red guitar, three chords and the truth.  Who gives a shit whether the paintings look like the guys or not?  I'm like freaking Bono with a can of paint.  This is a mission, man.  And missionaries rarely have time for anal retentives.

Unless they themselves are one.

Fair enough.  Nicely said, because they often are.  I'm a looser sort of missionary.  But make no mistake--this is a mission, man.

I hear you.  Stop shouting.

I'm not shouting.

All of which brings us, inexorably, to this:

I still haven't found what I'm looking for.

Hah!

But I'm getting there.  And I can promise you this:  Before the cock crows three times, the man's left eye is going to be black, not blue.  And it will bore through you.

There is, in fact, some thinking about being in New York with it tomorrow.