'The following is a conversation with legendary guitarist John Cipollina of Quicksilver Messenger Service in the infamous Haight-Ashbury home of my good friends Joanie Levin and photographer Alan Blaustein, in San Francisco, California, USA, on June 30, 1985 at 2 AM, PDT.

I had the pleasure of knowing John Cipollina during his last years while I was living in San Francisco. We always had a mutual affinity for 1950's pioneer guitar legend Link Wray.

Just a few weeks before his death, and a few years after I conducted this informal interview,

I had the opportunity of playing drums with John at a friends wedding in San Anselmo, California, at which John, an ordained Minister, performed the wedding ceremony. We of course performed the classic Link Wray song "Rumble."

I thought it would be nice to share this with the world at large. Enjoy!
- David Gross:"

"The Only Instrumental Banned On American Radio

Rumble is one of those songs that hit at the right place in the right time, and it influenced some of the most legendary rock musicians out there. It's is one of the best riffs ever written, and it was truly a pivotal moment in rock and roll history."

Jimmy Barnes - Stone Cold feat. Joe Bonamassa - Official Video

Terry & the Pirates (w/ John Cipollina & Nicky Hopkins) | Rockpalast 1982 Live

Cipollina Kaukonen Santana Casady Hopkins Valenti 8-4-1970

Link Wray And The Wraymen {DES Stereo} 1959

Blue
Songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away

Hey Blue
And there is a song for you

Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there're so many sinking
Now you've got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these waves

Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs
Lots of laughs

Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go well
I don't think so, but I'm
Gonna take a look around it though Blue
I love you
Blue

Here is a shell for you
Inside you'll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

Songwriters: Joni Mitchell