It’s funny how many guitarists get compared to John Fahey when the only thing they have in common is a sort of long-winded folkiness. Like so many six-stringers today, Fahey used all sorts of rural Americana as a jumping off point for stretched-out explorations, colored ever so slightly by psychedelia and rock. Unlike so many of his followers, though, Fahey had attitude. There’s a video of him on a guitar-themed show hosted by a very affable woman, a classical guitarist of some renown. He spends the duration of the episode fucking with her, lying about his career, vaguely flirting and ashing into his guitar, right before busting out some of the most stunning music you’ll ever hear.

In all my life, I’ve never seen anyone ash into their guitar, but Jozef Van Wissem comes close in terms of the ‘tude.