Friday, March 25, 2011

New Guitar With No GAS

Guitar Acquisition Syndrome.

Usually we see it coming, like a train in a tunnel. We develop a interest in a particular guitar that turns into a 'want' and finally a 'need.' Food and drink, mere mortal diversions. We're talking about a guitar!!!
I NEED THIS!

At Woodstock I developed my need for a Stratocaster. I wanted to be Jimi. In 2009 I bought another and tried to recapture my youthful obsession. It was not meant to be.
I saw both Carlos Santana and Jerry Garcia playing Gibson SGs...had to have one - it took 28 years to fulfill that need, but I did. The Gretsch was a hollowbody - I had owned an ES 345TD and knew all about hollowbodies and why I needed one. The Jaguar was the recognition of what scale (the length of the guitar) and radius (curvature of the fretboard) are and how they are intimately intertwined. I realized I could own a Fender that didn't have a curved fretboard. A small thing that kept me away from Fenders for 25 years.

Never had owned a Telecaster until a bass playing friend made one a gift a few months ago. It was a Squier, which is the low end Fender brand. And this particular one was the Affinity line - which is Squiers low end models. This guitar retails for $180 or so. It further cemented the idea that Teles are nasty paddles from ancient canoes.

Then I "found" Colin James. The Church of James and I bonded. When I discover something I tend to get very passionate. To the point where most mortals think obsession.I have literally worn grooves into records listening to a particular song or passage...over & over.

"Wavelength" is my current victim - I must have listened to it a thousand times in the past week. I find new things, I enjoy a riff or a lyric. It's the marriage of pop with blues that I think was made for me. He's masterful in his playing but he doesn't appeal to most (except other guitarists) because of his virtuosity. His meter...his rhythm...his words - they make you sing and dance without your consent.

Prominently displayed on the inside cover of the CD is a Tele. The music fairly reeks of a very distinctive Fender twang.

Wednesday came and I wanted a Telecaster. GAS from nowhere.
My '09 Strat and I had not really bonded, I kept it to remember my first. I had tried selling it...obviously asking too much. Fine...how much will Lou give me toward a new Tele?
He offered a bit over half of what I would have liked. I thought for a moment and decided a used bird is better than one left in it's case to rot. I am not a collector - as the kids say, I'm a playah.

I started to notice things such as I was using both pickups for two polar opposite sounds. Other guitars harbor simialr sounds in both the bridge or neck pickup - the bridge being more treble biased.

But on the Tele the neck is a bell and the bridge is a triangle - related but not the same thing by a long shot.
I am having too much fun. The downsides? The body is a plank of wood - there is no sense of fine craftsmanship, no touches that make it special. It was Leo Fenders first mass produced and successful electric guitar. A Model T. But it sure gets the job done.

All modern Fenders seem to share a 9.25 radius - so the controlling factor becomes the scale. Medium & short scale feels flatter than a Strat. So the neck feels longer than my Jag but almost as flat. And that it has a Maple neck is a huge plus. The Strat I traded as well as my Jag are rosewood fingerboards and I've always felt Fenders scream Maple. Why? I couldn't tell you. It just 'feels' right.

The paint is plain vanilla. Over time it may yellow a bit. Those are referred to as 'Butterscotch.' Part of the 1950s vibe they seek to evoke are things like: they used the original switch selector as opposed to the 'Top Hat.' They allow the grain of the pine body to be visible through the paint - as though it were already older than a newly painted model. Doesn't impress me. It is not a pretty guitar with the exception of the neck which has a nice ripple in the grain.

It's a workhorse.
And I'mma cowboy... yeehaw!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Lawdy, Why You Done Did Me Like This?

Pinetop Perkins, a Bluesman in the Mississippi Delta style - world renowned for his Boogie Woogie piano passed away.
Pinetops Story
My father taught me to play Pinetops signature riff when I eight, having listened to it for years already.

Swerve...
I like Colin James - a lot. Pop Bluesman? He is not a traditional Bluesman in any way shape or form.
He has a song entitled, "Wavelength" that when I was introduced to it, I felt an instant connection.

Lately I have been casting about for a new sound. Something I can do solo or with a band.
When I heard him I just knew this could work. I had heard him before but that particular song had evaded me and it was that one song that forged the bond.

A song called, "A Man's Gotta Be A Stone" sounds like Norman Greenbaums "Spirit In The Sky."
"Wavelength" is rocking blues ala The Stones.
This boy is all over the map with one thread in common...A Pop beat. All these tunes are meant to be dance tunes. Colin has recognized that women, by and large like to dance and spend most of the money spent on CDs and concerts. He aims to please.

Swerve...
My Strat and I had not bonded. The scale combined with the frets and the radius meant it was uncomfortable to play. That means the fretboard feels curved. I like 'em flat.
And I had to modify it heavily to get close to the sound for which I was aiming.
(Colin James, duh)

Swerve...
When I was a kid and saw Hendrix at Woodstock I knew I wanted a Strat. And when the time came for me to get a real electric guitar in 1972, my father asked if I could do with a Telecaster . He could have saved $50.

I had always harbored a dislike...a distrust of the revered Tele.
Iconic Led Zepplin or Geroge Harrison were done on Teles, The Who...the list is long and heavily rich in "classics."

Enter Styles Music.
A trade and a few bucks and I took a nice tele home.
This is not the first one in the stable, but the last one - which was a gift - was just a poor instrument in search of a kid in need - very much a starter guitar.

I plugged this in and a smile just crept across my face. Without so much as a proper setup, it was in a word - perfect.
Gawd, I feel so dirty.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Gigs, Work and it's Evolutionary Path

Last year I was gigging my ass off.
Beginning around January I started playing at two places in Pomona on an almost weekly basis. I made some friends, expanded my musical repertoire and had a load of fun.

Somewhere along the line I decided that I needed to find the next level in the journey. Actually, it was when I went to see Beppe Gambetta in the basement of a guitar ship in Covina called The FretHouse.
I saw what I wanted. And a way to achieve it. Solo playing, or at most a duet.
Work. Travel/tour. A nice living as well. In some cases, a very nice living, indeed.

When I was a kid I remember having conversation about our musical souls...would we dress in makeup ala Kiss? Ask me again...please.
My musical soul has encompassed anything that has allowed me to to play in front of people.
Not that I consider playing for an audience to be "selling out."
There are a few musical genres that do not interest me whatsoever. However I would think long and hard before turning down a gig with Kanye West or Lady Gaga.

But to play my souls desire, in front of people in the way I want to deliver it - that would be a wondrous gift indeed.Playing on a weekly basis in little backwater dives was step one. This'll be a firm step two.

Many of my compositions have been fusion pieces. Not for lyrics.
So for the last few months I have been testing two paths. Lyrical pop music...easy, simply orchestrated  pop tunes. The other has been a trek back to roots, so to speak.
Phil Cohen introduced me to the blues in 1970, on a Gibson acoustic guitar.
So I have been listening to the usual assortments of classics, trying to recapture what Phil had in one short weekend showed to me.

John Lee Hooker and Chicago blues, Muddy Waters for the Delta.
It was a brand you could achieve with a guitar slung across your back ala Johnny Guitar.

Room 5 Lounge and FretHouse would be two easy and logical places to begin.
Time to try a new thang.

Friday, March 4, 2011

More...More...Encore!

Last Saturday was a jam at George Harrison's to celebrate the birthday of one of his granddaughters.
Time spent at Georges is characterized by great food in abundance, good music and friends.

This weekend was a record cold one. By the 5 pm start time it was dipping below forty degrees Fahrenheit.
This is Southern California - you must be kidding?!
We set up with the doors closed, the space heaters on & ready to play.

Some friends from far flung corners had come to play.
Johnny drove the nearly one thousand miles from Washington state and Georges. His son, a bass player came as well. Frank made the trip as did 'Jimbo' who had just a few short hours earlier had undergone lasik surgery. And then, Shotgun.

The music flowed as did the food. A very interesting side note was the almost complete absence of alcohol.
More interested in playing that partying, I guess.

It had to be sometime after ten that night when we broke it up. As all the goodbyes were being made two comments stood out.
Frank wants to make a band - rehearse and everything.
Johnny wants to record more material.

It sounds good to me.