This past Sunday I found the Holy Grail of guitars when I went to my guitar lesson, a Fender American Series Telecaster HH. And it was for sale. I knew I had to have it, but there was just one problem - I already have too many guitars and I couldn't justify another one. Something had to give.
In this case, it was my red Tele.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Pick of the gods
People find god in all sorts of places. The details. Burnt pieces of toast. Sticky buns. Clapton.
I found it in a pick.
Not just any pick. Simply the best pick I've ever used. It instantly turned all my other picks into just pieces of plastic, or potential shims. Things to use to fix the wobble in the kitchen table. Certainly not to play guitar with, because I'll never use another kind of pick again.
What is it?
I found it in a pick.
Not just any pick. Simply the best pick I've ever used. It instantly turned all my other picks into just pieces of plastic, or potential shims. Things to use to fix the wobble in the kitchen table. Certainly not to play guitar with, because I'll never use another kind of pick again.
What is it?
Monday, February 1, 2010
My lesson was...interesting
I went to my much anticipated guitar lesson yesterday and the outcome wasn't what I expected.
Let me explain.
First of all, the instructor was a great guy. Friendly, knowledgeable, and honest. He's a multi-instrumentalist and teaches other stringed instruments including banjo, mandolin and steel guitar. Plus he had an enviable collection of equipment (more on that later).
The lesson started out much as I thought it would. He told me to play the most complicated thing I know, and of course I froze up. Didn't know what to play. I'm not good at being put on the spot like that. So I started noodling around with some scales I've been learning and then broke out a little Rush. I'm so used to playing in front of the two people I trust the most - my wife and myself - that I didn't realize how self conscious I was playing in front of other people. I felt like I was giving a speech in public. Thankfully it didn't last too long and we then started talking about what I was hoping to get out of the lessons and what he could do for me.
Let me explain.
First of all, the instructor was a great guy. Friendly, knowledgeable, and honest. He's a multi-instrumentalist and teaches other stringed instruments including banjo, mandolin and steel guitar. Plus he had an enviable collection of equipment (more on that later).
The lesson started out much as I thought it would. He told me to play the most complicated thing I know, and of course I froze up. Didn't know what to play. I'm not good at being put on the spot like that. So I started noodling around with some scales I've been learning and then broke out a little Rush. I'm so used to playing in front of the two people I trust the most - my wife and myself - that I didn't realize how self conscious I was playing in front of other people. I felt like I was giving a speech in public. Thankfully it didn't last too long and we then started talking about what I was hoping to get out of the lessons and what he could do for me.
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