Who draws the crowd, who plays so loud, baby....

  George Golla AM[1] (born 10 May 1935 in Chorzów, Poland) is an Australian jazz guitarist.[2][3] In 1959 he commenced a long-term working musical partnership with clarinetist/flautist/saxophonist Don Burrows that continued for almost forty years. On 10 June 1985, Golla was made a Member of the Order of Australia with the citation, For service to music. In 1987, The George Golla Orchestra won the inaugural ARIA Fine Arts Award category of 'Best Jazz Album' for Lush Life.[4]He has made hundreds of recordings, including The Don Burrows Quartet at the Sydney Opera House (1974, Cherry Pie 1017), and Steph'n'Us (1977, Cherry Pie 1032) with Stephane Grappelli during a tour with Grappelli and Burrows.George Golla was a teacher at the Academy of Guitar in Bondi alongside Don Andrews, specializing in Jazz and Classical guitar, he wrote several books on theory, scales and the modes. (Wikipedia)

Looks a bit like Eric Morecambe

  Milton Lane, the rhythm guitarist in the original lineup of the Clevedon-based pop group the Clevedonaires, on stage at a dance in Manurewa, 1966.  You gotta love the high-slung guitar. Like George & John with their Epiphone Casinos

 Ossie Cheesman (second from left) was director of the Kiwi Concert Party in the Pacific during the Second World War.  The band look like they have just come off the cricket pitch with Bolero jackets. Ossie looks to be a classic thumb strummer. A good article about the Concert Party at Audioculture

Three concerts, three axemen. Pete T certainly had his own style with the guitar smashing thing. But I do like the guy sitting cross-legged on the bongo drum. Must take a lot of concentration to do shredding solos in that position.

Mary Seddon's coffee bar. I was her gardener for a year in the late 80's. She would wave her sticks and swear at my clumsy attempts to prune her rhododendrons. Then take me inside to talk about folk music and show me her grandfather, King Dick's library. A heavy smoker, I remember her nylon duvet was covered in cigarette burns.

Below:  A select bunch of New Zealand guitar men.  

And finally the axe-women...