Joe Hillshoist wrote:How many guitarists does it take to change a lightbulb?
Just one: he holds the lightbulb to the socket while the world revolves around him.
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Joe Hillshoist wrote:How many guitarists does it take to change a lightbulb?
Ha! I also have a shitty/awesome guitar...it's called a 'Global'. Never heard of it. I think it's supposed to be a copy of a Gretch hollow-body (or a Gibson, not sure...it's THAT shitty). A good friend of mine gave it to me years ago...he could never get it to stay in tune or stop shocking the shit out of him whenever he plugged it in. My ex has a talent for repairing/modifying guitars, so he whipped it into shape for me using almost all recycled parts--tuning machine heads, knobs, nut, and he bolted the very loosey-goosey neck onto the body with 6 giant screws...it's a total Franken-guitar! The electronics are good now, but I usually play it unplugged (total parlor guitar). When plugged in, it has this remarkable sound...not sure how to describe it, let's just say, 'garage-y'. And I feel that playing it has made me a better player...like you say, Wombat...compensating for dead spots and the like...if I can play this guitar, I can play ANYTHING!Anyways, this Yamaha has probably taught me more than any instrument I've had so far. Because it's not easy to play and I have to compensate for dead spots on the neck, and especially because the tone is so beautifully warped -- it's a really gorgeous/ugly instrument! I've often preferred classical strings, but for steel my all-time favorite instrument was a Gibson F-25, which has an unusually wide neck and feels exactly like a generous classical...and the tone is like a piano in a Roman ruin! Gave it to an ex-gf and dear friend who is currently writing songs and doing gigs on it out in Seattle, so I view that as a wise investment.
Agreed. Miles' sound is what I'm looking for in a guitar tone. His phrasing too, but that's something else.vanlose kid wrote:(though i find that mostly i'm inspired by horns, voice and guitar-wise. Miles is king.)
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yep, the first guitars i had were shitty. started out way way back on a dimestore spanish trying to play big rock riffs. transitioning to the first yamaha was a relief. but they both help with fingering and technique once i got hold of a "real" guitar. still, i used to have odd ones that i'd find in antique stores that i just had to have because of their offbeatness.Wombaticus Rex wrote:The consideration of gear gave me a nice little morning revelation here.
I've been playing on a "shitty" Yamaha acoustic since I landed here...it was a friends and it occupied the case full-time prior to having a Wombat inhabit his couch. In the past I have been quite a lucky damn collector with open but specific taste. I would spend a lot of time strategically "trading up" and networking through the slow-motion distributed bazaar of used instruments in New England, from shops to living rooms. In retrospect I see clearly this is behavior I learned from my father's gun dealings. Can't tell if musical instruments are more or less inherently dangerous.
Anyways, this Yamaha has probably taught me more than any instrument I've had so far. Because it's not easy to play and I have to compensate for dead spots on the neck, and especially because the tone is so beautifully warped -- it's a really gorgeous/ugly instrument! I've often preferred classical strings, but for steel my all-time favorite instrument was a Gibson F-25, which has an unusually wide neck and feels exactly like a generous classical...and the tone is like a piano in a Roman ruin! Gave it to an ex-gf and dear friend who is currently writing songs and doing gigs on it out in Seattle, so I view that as a wise investment.
The Yamaha, though, made me realize I've been spoiled from the jump by parents who wanted me to have the best stuff they could afford. Practicing on this humble beast has increased my hand strength to a level I don't think they've ever had to reach before (outside of masonry / construction work context) and it's enabled me to get down a lot of expressive tricks I never pushed myself to reach for.
Where I come from it's the drummers. But they're just hired hands, mostly.IanEye wrote:The general consensus in the music business is that The Bass Player is the most aggrieved and dissatisfied member of any ensemble.
Eye have many good friends that are bass players and even they will admit there is some truth to this stereotype."
In every band I've ever played, I've been the drummer..and some of my best friends are bass players! The glue, baby! The glue!!crikkett wrote:Where I come from it's the drummers. But they're just hired hands, mostly.IanEye wrote:The general consensus in the music business is that The Bass Player is the most aggrieved and dissatisfied member of any ensemble.
Eye have many good friends that are bass players and even they will admit there is some truth to this stereotype."
Its four actually - one to do it and another 3 to tell him how he could have done it better. (One of my oldest friends told me that. He's a great guitar player, these days plays for Paul Kelly who some people call Australia's Bob Dylan. Which is of course wrong, he's Australia's Paul Kelly.)Elvis wrote:Joe Hillshoist wrote:How many guitarists does it take to change a lightbulb?
Just one: he holds the lightbulb to the socket while the world revolves around him.
This is great advice.Wombaticus Rex wrote:If you're looking for a socially acceptable way to withdraw from boring conversations, I highly recommend picking up the guitar!
Either that or the bagpipes.Wombaticus Rex wrote:If you're looking for a socially acceptable way to withdraw from boring conversations, I highly recommend picking up the guitar!
excellent!norton ash wrote:How can you tell a drummer's knocking on your door?
It speeds up.
10 miles? 10 Miles!! Why when I was a kid we had to play tennis rackets hooked up to phone lines. 10 miles. Luxury I tell you.vanlose kid wrote:(when i was a kid we had to walk 10 miles to school everyday and for lunch we had bricks with a bit of salted butter on them! those were the days. and i never complained. yadda yadda yadda.)
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