Love that. I love that type of music. The old stuff. You could just feel it.
Yep. Glad to oblige. I think I looked this up after reading it in a Rolling Stone article - maybe about great period guitar pieces - can't remember. Regardless, it is great.
Also, much love to the Melvins.
Lastly, this and Let's Talk About Music are probably my favorite LGP threads, and may get me through a long cold hockey-less winter.
About now, frustrated that the hammer-on, pull-off isn't working, With 2 days to go until we all get together, gotta practice more, Had it down before. holidays are made for stress.
What issue are you having with it? Practice playing each note with individual plucks first before hammering them on with the single strum, if that makes sense.
You're trying to learn that guitar lick, BigMck? Is it finger strength or timing? Praftice those in quick flurries, maybe 4 (then 6 and 8) in a row - break - 4 more - etc, to gain strenght. Find that fire inside and attack. Concentrate on the initial hammer to begin with. I think I know what you're talking about. Maybe your strings are too high. Mine lay right on the frets so I can gently place my finger(s) down and never have to worry about fighting the instrument. If you've got a cheapo guitar, find a good tech and see if he can make the thing play easier for you. I also like low string tension. Just any way to make it easy.
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Oh, yeah. This is the charcoal.
It was on our wedding reception playlist.
I know I would much rather have dancehall or ska or reggae played at mine than some mainstream dance/pop/rock. That music really grabs me. Almost mesmerizes me.
One of the more underrated songs by the B-52s, IMO, despite its repetitiveness. It's just fun. None of Fred's sprechgesang. (BTW, that's one of the maybe 7 German words or phrases I know, and I think it's a good one.)
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Gaucho wrote:I'd love to hear you pronounce Sprechgesang.
I took 4 years of French in high school and 3 in college. Even though that was eons ago, anything I try to say in German sounds like what I'd imagine as a pidgin between Cockney English and Portuguese. Nowadays, my eroded French only comes in handy when I need to decipher breaking hockey news on RDS.com.