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Not All Who Wander Are Lost

I’ve got some pretty cool news. Will Brack, my longtime friend and musical collaborator, has released his first solo album. It’s called Wanderlust, and it’s very cool. Check it out at Will’s website.

Will’s a really talented multi-instrumentalist who has been slaving away on this album for the better part of the last year. As you can tell from listening, his influences come from everywhere: jazz, hip-hop, pop, and maybe even a little rock (though he’d never admit it). The whole album is pretty damn good, but I’m partial to Prologue (those vocals are killer), Back the Funk Off (with Funkmeister James hisself on bass), and Just Takes a Little Time, which I got to contribute to. If you listen closely, that’s me playing guitar. I’m thrilled to have been a part of this record, even in such a small way.

And get this- the folks at Stereofox love the album too.

Will’s inspired me to get moving on my own music. Maybe next time I’ll be lucky to have him contribute to my album.

guitar practice notebook

Staying In Shape

The guitar – and I assume any other instrument – has limitless potential. There are so many styles, so many techniques, so many different approaches to playing that no person could master them all in a single lifetime. The challenge for guitarists is to figure out which style and technique will get them where they want to go creatively, and then attempt to learn them. The first item is harder, and I struggle with it daily. The second thing is actually pretty simple. If there is a particular technique you want to learn, simply go to YouTube to find numerous videos demonstrating it, then practice it. In the twenty some-odd years I’ve been playing, I’ve tried to learn a wide variety of techniques. The goal is to have the physical skills to execute whatever idea serves your artistic vision. Now, I’m not even close to this ideal, but I do think my bag of tricks is diverse enough for me to can play in a variety of pop styles.

Over the last year I’ve been in a couple of groups that have a major hip hop influence. I got to take my playing in a new and rewarding direction, but I neglected to keep up some of my old skills. When I began working on the music for this site, I realized that some of the rock techniques I first started playing when I was 16 were a little rusty. Guides on effective guitar practice mention the need to review things that you’ve already learned so you don’t lose them, but I haven’t been doing that. Finding time to rehearse, perform, and write new music is hard enough. How am I supposed to add “review everything you know” to that list?

Well, I don’t think I can. What I can do, though, is make sure I touch on a core set of techniques that I need to maintain in order to do all of things I’m trying to do on the guitar. Below is a list of these techniques along with some exercises to keep them on point. If I go a few days without playing, I can feel it when I finally pick up there guitar again. The idea behind these exercises is to put together a mini-practice routine that will prevent me from losing too much ground between serious practice sessions. If I spend 20-30 minutes each day running through these exercises, I’ll be better equipped to tackle something that I’ve never tried before.

A note before I begin: I ALWAYS use a metronome (or some other timekeeping device such as a drum machine) when doing exercises like this. Being able to play to a beat is such a fundamental skill, and keeping a notebook of tempo settings is a great way to measure progress.

Warm Up

I tend to carry extra tension in my neck and shoulders and I need to take a few minutes to get rid of it before I start playing. The older I get, the more important this becomes. I can’t go from stone cold to blazing lead passages without warming up. Before picking up my guitar, I stretch. If I’ve been sedentary in the hours leading up to my practice session – which is likely, since my day job requires me to sit at a desk – I try to a few minutes of light activity first. A short walk usually does the trick. It’s amazing how much of a difference it makes if I get the blood moving a little bit before I start.

After that, it’s chromatic scale exercises to wake up the left and right hands and getting them working together. I start slow, and try to resist the urge to speed up until I can I cross all six strings and back down again cleanly.

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notes 6-7-8-9/1 6-7-8-9/2 6-7-8-9/3 6-7-8-9/4 6-7-8-9/5 6-7-8-9/6

 

Chords

Once my pick is warmed up, I put it down to play some chords with only my fingers. This excerpt was taken from Luis de Milan’s 1st Pavan, a classical piece I love playing on my nylon string guitar. The chords are basic open position forms that we all learn as beginner guitarists. The point here is to make the changes cleanly and to play the correct notes using the thumb and first three fingers of the right hand.

 

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notes :h (3/5.0/3.1/2.0/1) (2/5.0/3.3/2) | (3/5.0/2.0/1) (0/5.2/4.2/3.1/2) | (2/5.0/4.0/3.3/2) (3/6.0/4.0/3.0/2) | (0/5.2/4.2/3.1/2) (2/5.0/4.0/3.3/2)|
notes (0/5.2/4.2/3.1/2) (5/5.4/4.2/3) | :w (2/4.0/2.0/1) :h 1/3 | :w (0/5.2/4.2/3.2/2) =||

Arpeggiated Chords

Being able to play individual notes across strings has never been easy for me, and I tend to avoid it. That’s a bad habit I have to break, since the technique sounds so good when done smoothly. A good riff to use to practice this technique is the intro to Never Thought That This Would Happen by Arkells. Note that this one requires a capo at the 3rd fret.

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notes =|: :16 8d/5 5u/4 8/5  :8 0/2  :16 5/4 8/5 5/4 7d/5 5u/4 7/5 :8 0/2 :16 5/4 7/5 5/4 | 3/5 0/3 2/4 :8 0/2 :16 0/3 2/4 :8 0/2 :16 0/3 2/4 :8 0/2 :16 0/3 2/4 0/3 =:|

Endurance

Knowing a riff is one thing, being able to play it for a long time without getting tired is another. The intro to Bruce Springsteen’s Rosalita is a great example. The riff isn’t too hard to play once, but playing it for a minute (or longer) at a time is very difficult. That 1st position F chord is a bitch. I have to focus on keeping the using the least amount of pressure needed to fret the notes with my left hand or else I cramp up.

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notes =|: 3/4 1/2 2/3 (3/3.3/4) 1/1 1/2 3/3 | (2/3.3/4) 1/1 1/2 (0/3.3/4) 1/1 1/2 0/3 =:|

Alternate Picking

Troy Grady’s Cracking the Code site has been a tremendous help to my playing. Every guitarist should check out his site. For years I struggled with the problem of playing faster in one direction. I can ascend a scale pattern much more quickly then I can descend. Grady’s videos made it clear that the downward pick slant I use by default trips me up on my descending runs. To fix this I’ve been working on alternating between downward and upward pick slanting, and have the basic idea down for pentatonic playing. The lick isn’t hard; the key is to switch to upward pick slanting when the run switches from ascending to descending. I should be able to go up and down at the same speed.

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notes :16 7d-10u/4 7d-9u/3 8d-10u/2 8d-10u-8d/1 10u-8d/2 9u-7d/3 10u-7d/4

Closing Thoughts

By the time I’ve run through these exercises, I feel warmed up and ready to cut loose. I don’t think the specific exercises matter, and I plan to switch them up every now and again to keep them interesting. But having a basic workout planned out in advance has really helped me power through those days when I don’t feel like practicing. It’s so much better to practice a little bit each day than it is to practice for a long time every once in a while.

Aging Toward Youth

A couple of years ago I brought my 84 Camaro to a hot rod garage to ask the owner’s advice on what I should I do with it. My main question: would it be worth the time and effort to restore the car? I was quick to tell him that I had no illusions that the car was in the same league as the ’59 Corvette, ’32 Ford, and ’72 hemi Barracuda that were taking up all the room in the shop. He laughed, and said that didn’t matter as “we all want the car we desired in high school.”

This comment has been stuck in my head ever since. The guy was right – when I was in high school in the mid ’90s, third generation Camaros were cheap enough to be affordable by high school kids but not so old that they were falling apart so several of the gear heads I knew had one. And I wanted one too. I didn’t get one until many years later. I told myself it was a good purchase because it was cheap and fast and fun to drive in San Diego with the t-tops down and AC/DC blasting, but maybe that was a lie. Maybe I was just trying to hold on to the dream I had in my youth of how I would be as an adult.

What does this have to do with music? Well, I’ll tell you. Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of synthwave. For those not in the know, this is an electronic music sub-genre that is heavily influenced by 80s sounds and sensibilities. FM-84’s album Atlas is an excellent example. It’s new, yet sounds like it’s been around forever- or at least since 1985. Stranger Things got me started on this. I loved the theme, and that made me seek out other examples. Something has been nagging at me, though. Do I like it because it’s good, or because it reminds me of my youth? It’s probably a little of both, but I think more the latter than the former. The entire show was fantastic, but it totally played to the nostalgia of it’s audience. Watching it brought me back to all the sci-fi 80s classics I loves as a kid. Now I’m listening to the music, playing Asteroids on my phone, and considering a move back to my old stomping grounds on the East Coast. Is this what a mid-life crisis looks like?

The music is really good, though, and that is all that’s important. I think there is a way to be inspired by your past yet create something new. In fact, all of the best art is like that. I’ve decided to trust in this, and write what I’m inspired to write without reading too much into my motivations, whatever they might be. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been writing synth parts for my next track. I have the hints of an idea that combines some behind-the-beat vintage rock and roll guitar sounds with the old-yet-new sounds of analog synths. Here’s a sneak peak:

It’s taking longer than expected (when does it not?) as I try to write for a new instrument and figure out how to get my hardware and software synths and sequencers to work together smoothly. But these delays are a good thing: I’m leaving the comfort zone of what I know in order to do something new. This wouldn’t be the case if all I was doing was trying to recapture my youth. You can’t recapture your glory days if you never had that glory to begin with.

Besides, I know longer own the Camaro, so there is hope for me yet.

Anticipation

It’s 3:45 pm. A little over 3 hours from sound check, and almost 8 hours until our set is scheduled to begin at midnight. The rehearsal we had this afternoon went well. We kicked the rust off of our set and ran through the two new songs we’ll be doing with a guest vocalist. All signs point to tonight’s gig being successful, and morale is high. But there’s a lot of down time between now and then for things to go wrong. Our front man is also the show promoter, and he’s got a ton of things on his plate, like coordinating with the other acts on the bill and entertaining the friends and family who came in from out of town to see us. During rehearsal I could see the fatigue in his eyes. And this sinus thing that has been kicking my ass all week shows no sign of easing up before showtime. By the time we go on all I’ll want to do is sleep. I’m not sure I’m going to make, but not making it is NOT an option.

This is the life of a musician, I suppose: figuring out how to turn it on when the switch is stuck in the off position. It’s amazing how fragile the whole thing is. Getting four people to agree on a vision and to figure out a way to make it happen is hard work. It doesn’t take much for things to fall apart. I used to think that bands only broke up when something bad happens, like the singer forcing his wife into the band or the drummer stealing money or something. But there are so many reasons why things might not work that have nothing to do with people being dicks to each other. Finding time to rehearse, figuring out how afford the gear you need, convincing people to let you play, building an audience that cares about what you’re doing, finding motivation when life is beating you down…the list is endless.

To be honest, though, these are really nice problems to have. When everything comes together, man is it worth it. Soon I’ll pack up my fancy new pedal board, the guitar I wanted more than anything when I was 16 and now own, and the amp I built myself, and head to a packed house to perform music I helped write. This is all I want to do with my life.

 

 

We Need New Dreams Tonight

I should probably start this review by saying that U2 is, without a doubt, one of my all time favorite bands. The Edge is the model for the guitarist I want to be: an architect of sonic bliss that stands just behind the shaman front man. The crowd focuses on Bono – as they should – but Edge is the foundation. Anything I say about this group is all sorts of biased.

The band is currently on a tour commemorating the 30th anniversary of The Joshua Tree. Instead of promoting new music, they are celebrating their glory days. This is not a bad thing. I didn’t really get into U2 until sometime in the mid-90s, and didn’t get to seem them live for the first time until the Elevation tour in 2001. By this time many of their early concert staples had fallen off the set list in favor of more recent work, and I had to content myself with YouTube footage for live versions of the classics.

Until, that is, I saw show #2 of The Joshua Tree  2017 tour in Seattle on May 14th.Their stage, which can be seen in the picture ahead of this post, included a Joshua tree shaped ramp extending into the crowd. The show began in twilight with Larry walking across the stage – by himself – and down the ramp to his drums, and launching into the intro of “Sunday Bloody Sunday”. I thought that was a ballsy move- that song, as iconic as it is, usually doesn’t make an appearance until later. But I guess they decided to do a set of pre-Joshua Tree hits before moving onto the main event. This included “A Sort of Homecoming” and “Bad’, and I was in heaven.

And then they went right into The  Joshua Tree, complete from beginning to end. I knew this was coming, of course, but that doesn’t make it any less spectacular. I completely support this is trend of bands playing their classic works all the way through. The first time I saw it was at a Springsteen show in ’09 which featured Born To Run. Talk about a transcendental experience.  There seemed to be a noticeable difference from the songs U2 has been playing in their shows for years (“Where the Streets Have No Name”, I’m looking at you) and rarities like “One Tree Hill”, which felt a little shaky. I guess that’s too be expected given that they rarely play these songs and that it was only the second night of the tour. But I’ll let that slide if it means I get to hear “In God’s Country”.

One highlight of the night was when Bono introduced Eddie Vedder to sing the last verse of “Mothers of the Disappeared”. The crowd went nuts. I should have predicted this given that we were in Seattle, but I was caught by surprise, making the moment even sweeter.

And if all of this wasn’t enough, we got to here a bunch of post-Joshua Tree classics in the last part of the set. “Beautiful Day”, “One”, and “Ultraviolet (Light My Way)”, which included a moving tribute to women’s right’s activists.. To end the night they did “I WIll Follow”, which the Internet tells me hasn’t closed a set of theirs since 1982.

What a way to kick of the summer and be reminded about why making music is worth the struggle.

The Transformative Power of Pop Music

On January 31st I went to see Frank Turner at the Wonderland Ballroom in Portland. He was every bit as awesome as I expected to him to be, and I had a great time. But the lasting effect of this concert came from an opening act I had never heard of before that night.

Arkells are an indie-pop band from Hamilton, Ontario, and they are bloody fantastic. Great pop hooks, killer harmonies, an engaging front man, a super tight performance- they had me from their first chords. I had no idea who they were, but I was singing along by the end of the first song. I got so caught up in the show that I did something I would never have done: in the middle of “Private School” the singer asked if anyone in the crowd wanted to play guitar, and my hand shot up instantly. Then this happened:

 

I admit it’s a little hard for me to watch this clip. In my head, I was jumping around and rocking out with the band, but you can see here that this wasn’t the case. The stage was cramped, I was trying not fuck up (though I’m not sure my guitar was loud enough for that to have been an issue), and playing a song I wasn’t familiar with. But oh god, what a rush. At one point I managed to look up at the crowd – the place was packed – and thought, more clearly than I have ever thought before about anything, that THIS is what I’m meant to do. Returning to my daily routine has been painful. I can’t concentrate on my day job, things that I used to enjoy don’t leave me as fulfilled as they did before…all I can think about is getting back to that moment.

I can’t remember the last time I went from having never heard of a band to being a die hard fan by the end of the first set. Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s ever happened. Most of my favorite music took a several listens to fully implant itself into my psyche. A few years ago I saw Northcote open for The Gaslight Anthem, and I liked his music enough to buy his self-titled CD. I love that album, but it took a few listens. Occasionally I’ll get infatuated with a single the first time I hear it, but that infatuation tends to burn out pretty quickly. I’ll listen obsessively for a few days and then forget all about it. This hasn’t been the case with Arkells. Their last two albums, Morning Report and High Noon, have been on my play list since I bought them the day after the concert. The music is unashamedly pop and immediately accessible. There was a time when I thought this was a bad thing, but my tastes have changed over the last several years. I’ve been moving towards music that reminds me what I loved about music in the first place: the visceral joy of a great hook.

After the show I learned that the band is pretty big in Canada. They’ve won a bunch of Juno awards and are heroes in their hometown. After the Portland show the tour moved on to Vancouver and the bill flipped: Arkells became the headliners and Frank Turner the opening act. Thankfully they are committed to growing their US fan base. Last Wednesday they were back in Portland, this time opening for UK band Blossoms. Naturally, my wife and I went back to see them. We were there when the doors opened and staked out a spot directly in front of center stage, next to some college kids whose experience with the band mirrored our own. Once again, they played a killer set, though they didn’t ask for anyone to join then on stage this time. After their set, I headed to the bar for a beer and saw singer Max Kerman talking to fans, so I got in line to talk to him. I told him I loved his music and thanked him for pulling me on stage last time (which he remembered!). It was really, really cool. And as a bonus, a guy next to me at the bar come up to me and said “hey, are you the guy that got to play on stage at the last show?”. I’m not going to lie, that was cool to hear. Turns out I wasn’t the only one who had to see this band again.

The high, which had never fully dissipated from January, is still in effect. Now I have to figure out how to turn this motivation into something tangible. Over the past year I’ve been struggling with the question of whether it’s ridiculous to attempt a career in music at this point in my life. This is the wrong question. Of course it’s ridiculous. But it’s also necessary.