A friend once fed my passion for Jimi Hendrix. One day he told me: “There’s a band that covered Fire by Hendrix… you need to hear this.”

He played me the Red Hot Chili Peppers and BAM! An explosion. A spark. They lit my soul on fire. Just like I set this Stratocaster on fire.

Red Hot Chili Peppers, it’s spicy like a hot sauce, the kind that burns your lips, shakes your senses, and makes you jump like your taste buds do when you bite into a real hot chili pepper.

And the more I listened, the more I understood: this band isn’t just music… it’s a way of life. It’s being free, being weird, being real. It’s mixing softness and rage, poetry and chaos, funk and fire.

t’s daring. It’s dancing inside the storm. It’s stripping away everything you are not, and owning every wild heartbeat you’ve got. This guitar , I painted it as a tribute to that inner fire, to those nights when a song breaks you open just to rebuild you, to those riffs that wake you up, free you, and bring you back to yourself.

Because the Red Hot Chili Peppers remind us of one thing: life tastes better when it burns a little, when it stings, when it dares you to be fully, unapologetically alive. And this Strat carries all of that: the color, the madness, the sweat, the memories, and the sacred fire we feed every time we play Fire or replay one of Frusciante’s solos until our soul melts.

A tribute to freedom. To music that heals. To the fire inside us, soft or wild, but always burning.