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OFFICINA MECCANICA - La Follia Del Mimo Di Fuoco (2007) OFFICINA MECCANICA - La Follia Del Mimo Di Fuoco (2007)
28 Nov 2008 at 3:35pm
By: John Stockwell
Music isnt
just learning notes and playing them, you learn notes to play to the music
of your soul Katie Greenwood.
Why are you learning music anyway? Is it to pick up chicks? Is it to fulfill
a void in your mundane life? Is it an indescribable calling?
I always wanted to learn the drums. I dont know why, maybe its the aggressive
nature of the things. You sit there and bash the crap out of them.
As fate would have it I shared a house with Dave, a guitar player, so
I decided to learn the guitar as I had my very own teacher living in the
next room. Or so I thought.
I went out and bought a nylon string classical guitar for $70. I didnt
have a clue what I was doing but that never stopped me before.
So I went back home with my new guitar in its cardboard box. And with
anything new, you want to play with it straight away, as soon as you get
it home.
I also bought one of those guitar case chord dictionaries. You know the
ones, they have a thousand chords in them and they are designed to confuse
rather than actually help you.
So I waited for Dave to get home from work and as soon as he was in the
door I was at him. I bought this new guitar and I was wondering if you
could show me how to play it I said.
He just laughed at me but eventually agreed to show me which chords to
learn first. He told me to learn the open chords A, D, E, G, and C. So
I did. I spent every spare moment learning these chords.
Dave wouldnt show me any songs to play so I was forced to make up my own
songs. This forced me to really explore every one of these chords as I
thought at the time that I had to include them all in every song I wrote.
The songs I wrote were pretty strange to say the least. We were into punk
music at that time so just imagine what a dying cat like vocals set to
a nylon string out of tune guitar played as fast as a speeding train sounds
like and you get the picture.
It sounded good to me at the time and I was very proud of my new found
ability. It took about three months to get the hang of changing between
the chords, and being able to write a song. (if you could call it that).
I didnt know it at the time but I had the one thing that was needed that
would ensure I would become a good guitar player. That one thing was sheer
bloody determination. And the more people told me how bad I sounded the
more determined I became to improve.
So it doesnt matter how good or bad you are at the moment just play the
music of your soul even if it sounds like a cat being tortured. You will
improve as long as you keep trying. Here's a mental exercise for you.
Fast forward your mind to 4 years from now. How good a guitar player will
you be? The time will pass regardless of what you do. Are you going to
keep at it? or are you going to give up? It's up to you. You will be four
years older, but will you be four years wiser?
About the Author: John Stockwell is a guitar player and the author of
the acclaimed "Mind Over Music for Guitar" http://www.learn-to-play-guitar.net/mindovermusic/,
a unique approach to learning to play the guitar by ear for beginners
to advanced students.
Source: www.isnare.com
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