YOU CAN PICK YOUR NOSE, YOU CAN PICK YOUR FRIENDS, BUT I CAN’T PICK MY OWN GUITAR
I don’t know what that title means; I just wanted to try a Victorianesque title (Val the Victorian @ http://unbaggingthecats.blogspot.com/),
This post is about the guitar.
As some of you may know I have recently tried to learn to play the guitar. It is purely a recreational endeavor, and I am enjoying it quite a lot. I am even beginning to improve a bit.
My chords sound crisper, there is less screeching and string buzzing and I have even learned some finger-picking progressions along with strum patterns. I started to think I was getting pretty good.
Several months ago, a Mr. C. Chatterbox requested I video a demonstration of my prowess. I took him up on that and posted my rendition of “Only The Good Die Young” on YouTube. Don’t bother to look for it, I played it back and it was deleted in a New York minute. If you did hear the recording, which you never will, you would understand.
It turns out that the guitar has several musical functions.
1. It is excellent in a group to maintain a beat and lay down the cord progression.
2. Advanced players can throw in licks, notes and chords that sound like several instruments at once. These players can entertain solo without need of any vocalization.
3. It is a classic vocal accompaniment instrument.
I can do simple chord progressions, but I can just about beat an egg. When God handed out rhythm and timing I thought it was ribbon and tithing and had no interest. No musical group would have me.
Even gifted musicians cannot be “advanced” guitar players in one or two years, so my only hope is to accompany my own singing.
I think my voice is wonderful. I enjoy my voice and the accompanying guitar immensely. My enjoyment drops precipitously when I listen to a recorded version. I have no doubt that most people would have the same aversion to this guitar strumming cranky voice combination.
If I could find someone with no interest in rhythm who is willing to sing along with my strumming I might attempt to record again.
Perhaps the wonderful Lo of “It’s always something” @ http://loisstearns.blogspot.com/. Are you interested? I remember you were once brave enough to let us hear you sing.
*It’s a Lo thing.