When you’re listening to a song and it comes to the guitar solo, do you ever think to yourself, “Boy! What a bad guitar solo, but it’s good. I like it?”
I’m not talkin’ about uninspired or lame. I’m talkin’ awful, as in, “What’s he doin’?”
For me, a prime example would be Eight Miles High by the Byrds. Every time I hear it, my initial reaction is, “Sheesh! That’s the worst good guitar solo ever.” But by the end of the solo, I’m thinking, “I dig it. It really fits.” Which is the ultimate compliment for a guitar solo.
Neil Young’s also excels at being not so good in a compellingly good sort of way. As does Robby Krieger of the Doors, Dave Davies, John Lee Hooker, and a cat named John Lennon.
It’s a taste thing, of course. But it’s interesting how we can embrace music that falls short of our personal standard of what constitutes “good.” One more of the many mysteries of music.