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June 2, 2009

Da Bluze

So I finally got to plug Red in last night for the first time in a while. Things have just been crazy and, well, I keep the Gibson packed away when I'm not using it, which adds that extra level of effort required if I get a spare moment.

I spent about an hour running through riffs and chords for 'the new band', but found myself in a bit of a funk (no, not that kind of funk). I didn't want to learn, I just wanted to play.

After a few minutes of googling, I dug up some decent blues backing tracks and let rip, channeling BB and Albert, but not Freddy. I'm not really a Freddy officionado. A gap in my knowledge of the blues.

Suddenly, everything was feeling the music. It flowed from me. Everything was good with the world (if potentially not the neighbours!)

5 comments:

Pribek said...

The Zone!

Furtheron said...

He is alive!

I have same issue my Les Paul sits in it's case but that means I will often pick up whats in the rack - which ain't bad PRS, Gordon Smith, Strat...

However at the moment it's all acoustic - probably reflects my stress levels and best I used something calming to give me serenity and playing classical does do that more... however I know that I'll be rusty when I do go back electric

Col said...

Know what you mean about Feddy King. Not my bag either. Too harsh to my ears.

Bored blog watcher said...

Fuck me there's bound to be a post on here soon when that lazy bastard gets his finger out and sorts his life out. Sooner or later anyway.

Kenski said...

Hey BBW :-)

A post, a post, my kingdom for a post!

Nobody likes to listen to me whine! The bottom line is that I'm swamped with other things. Music is on a haitus. It *will* be back. Don't know when. Haven't touched a guitar in well over a month!