From Connor The Guitar aka "William Price" solo

*This is taken from the William Price Music Blog*

Like you, I was once a child. Unlike you, my mind reached absolute maturity and human potential when I was 9 months old. When I was young I never said that when I grew up I wanted to be a musician. I figured I'd be able to acquire slave minstrels to satisfy that leisurely pleasure of mine. However, certain things within the world have come to be. The music industry is - like the average human being toiling away with its monotonous routine and meaningless existence - slowly dying, and also slavery is frowned upon. And so, the very few among us able to answer the call of mother music have to take up our eternal spots at the composers stand and orchestrate the befuddled and lost masses.

Already, my music has done more to solve the Earth's crises' than anything before it: thanks to my sound waves the oil leak in the gulf coast is about to be plugged, brett favre is about to return to football, and you can all sleep easy at night knowing that the time spanning, people uniting, power of music is within my safe hands. And I haven't even upgraded my Garage Band yet.

Occasionally I'll take the time to sift through my thousands of letters of fan mail, accolades, and prayers for help that I receive daily via this My Space portal and so often I find people telling me: "Connor, I've been the biggest fan of your music since I was 11...And I was born in 1948." I'll say, "But I hadn't nearly begun to make music at that point in time," and they'll simply reply: "I know." This is the power my music has: the power to tear through the laws of the universe, to reverberate through time and space into ages before I was even born.

So you have to wonder: what glorious thoughts did Socrates have, while he pondered and listened intently to the sounds of my guitar? What genius did Einstein receive when my lyrics rushed over him like warm running water from the shower head? What greatness did Alexander acquire when my songs came pouring down from the clouds, whispering sweet somethings into his ear? Undoubtedly, my music has inspired some of the greatest thinkers of our time, and yet, there is still so much more inspiration to be perspirated upon you all.