John Fahey
John Fahey was born on February 28, 1939, in Washington, D.C., a city that sat at the heart of American civic and cultural life in the mid-twentieth century. A citizen of the United States, he would go on to work as a guitarist, composer, and recording artist with a particular association with the blues genre.
Fahey attended Northwestern High School before pursuing university study at American University. He later continued his education at the University of California, Los Angeles, taking his academic path from the East Coast to the West Coast. Throughout his career he held the roles of guitarist and composer simultaneously, working within the blues genre as both a creator and a performer.
As a recording artist, Fahey brought his work as a guitarist and composer to a documented body of recordings. His connection to the blues ran through both sides of that identity, shaping the music he wrote as much as the music he played. The combination of formal composition and guitar performance placed him in a distinct position within American music, rooted in a tradition he engaged with directly as a practitioner.
Fahey died on February 22, 2001, in Salem, six days before what would have been his sixty-second birthday. His death came more than six decades after his birth in Washington, D.C., and brought to a close the career of a guitarist, composer, and recording artist whose work had been tied throughout to the blues tradition of the United States.
Quotes by John Fahey

See my father knew a lot about music, he played the piano and he would do theory and stuff like that, but I didn’t learn anything from him, but I played that for him and he liked it a lot.

So I learnt a few country western songs, I bought a chord book, and right away I started writing my own stuff, which nobody else did that, I don’t know why.

I thought I’d be wasting my time to go to commercial record companies and make demos for them, because don’t forget, I was doing what I was doing and nobody understood what I was doing.

But I say these things in an objective dispassionate manner because, you know, and I can’t explain why, but being one of the greatest guitarists in the world simply is not very important to me.

There is something about guitars – maybe something magical – when played right, which evokes past, mysterious, barely-conscious sentiments, both individual and universal.

More American young people can tell you where an island that the ‘Survivor’ TV series came from is located than can identify Afghanistan or Iraq. Ironically a TV show seems more real or at least more meaningful interesting or relevant than reality.

There is something about guitars—maybe something magical—when played right, which evokes past, mysterious, barely-conscious sentiments, both individual and universal.


