Guitar Craft is a circle of guitarists with varying degrees of experience but all have the common aim of improving one's functioning as applied to the guitar. Robert Fripp started the school in 1986 and it still meets in groups as the need demands. Although not specificallly a Fourth Way school it is as real a tradition as one can find. As you may or may not know Fripp attended JG Bennett's Sherbourne House residencies in the early '70's.

I will let Fripp speak for Guitar Craft: (and definitely check out the Monographs)

www.guitarcraft.com/

My experience with Fripp was when I was 21 attending a GC course at a private camp in Malibu CA. in 1988.

I went in to see Fripp for my 10 minutes of individual tuition per day with this question:

What can you show me about myself that I don't already know?

This was a question aimed directly at my unconsciousness.

Fripp countered my inquiry with this: How do you hold your pick?

I responded by lifting my nervously shaking hand up for our inspection. I wasn't sure how I held my pick. It had not been an important question until now.

I tried to imitate what the GC instructors had shown us. My results were not so good; it wasn't so much the positioning of the pick in my fingers as how (add italics) I held the pick--who was the person nervously shaking from fear of his technical and personal inadequacies being exposed in front of his guitar god. I looked up...

And then WHOOSH!!!

I was suddenly in the REAL WORLD. I felt true elation, completely unexpected, exalted in power and glory and the magnificence of a presence supremely divine.

I floated up and up into a rarified heavenly light, but my own denial, my utter disbelief that this could be happening to me, that such a thing could even exist, was such a challenge to my limited idea of self, that those thoughts--and the need to transform them--brought me back to earth.

I came back to my body outside (italics) of Fripp's office: I don't remember leaving the room.

I was immediately overwhelmed with emotion: I realized I had fallen, or had been lost from, this experience, this whole DIMENSION of my self. I felt embarrassment, terror, anger, but mostly heartbreak, that I hadn't even realized the depth of my own loss until now.

What the Heaven Was THAT?And why here? at Guitar Craft Camp? Why Fripp? Who was HE anyway? And Who Am I in light of this new information?

My young mind that had previously known only itself struggled to explain this experience for many years.

I feel I know much more now.

That was but a TASTE.

-il divino

It is our nature to perceive 'dead people' as the most awake. Funny, isn't it?