Remember that glorious day when you discovered that a well-placed rest could be just as beautiful as a stream of sixteenth-note triplets? (If you haven’t reached that transcendental moment yet, do it soon! Your audience will appreciate it, and your bandmates will throw a party in your honor.)
The idea for this blog originated from a series of videos my son sent me of several young metal guitarists displaying some amazing speed and dexterity. I saw some incredible shredding, arpeggios, tapping – playing far beyond my abilities. I surprised my son when I told him I had a lot of admiration for their skills, but I had no further desire to listen to them. They weren’t speaking to me. It was as if someone was screaming “Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious,” in my ear over and over. I could appreciate their abilities as musical athletes, but they weren’t communicating with me. I thought I understood why (I blamed lack of phrasing skills), but it wasn’t until I wrote this blog that I came to a real understanding of my reaction.