I never started learning to play the guitar till I was over 30.
Just as well I never stopped to consider the difficulty and I was bloody minded or I would have chucked it in years ago.
In the end I have managed to attainsome sort of ability and enough to please myself and a casual listener.
It is a very competitive game.
When you are kids the goal is to learn every riff faster and sharper than anyone else and the devil take the hindmost.
At the start I just never could see how these lumps of lead called gingers at the ends of my palms were ever going to move like ballet dancers over the strings but eventually they did.
and then there is the ears.
ear ear me lad.
Years of riveting aeroplane parts and lsitening to screaming jets all day did not help but eventually one acquires the ability to hear the changes and the notes.
I mention all this because I have just worked out The Byrds version of The Times They Are A-changin'.
In the early days our band leader would write out the parts and we had to rigidly adhere to them or get the "LOOK".
hehehehehe.
Later on I began to search out my own songs from the fake books and the net.
I always wanted to play The Times They Are A Changin' but the book arrangements always had these funny changes and weird arrangements almost impossible to follow and eventually I gave that one up.
However by returning to a rigid chart and playing it no matter what my tin ears were telling me I got it.
I got IT.
yippeeee.
I just have a 6 string acoustic Ibanez and it dont sound like Mcguins 12 string Rickenbacker chiming away but my version satisfies me and the chick down the road who came by the other day and was
mightily impressed.
when you see that smile and the foot tap then you know you have got it and thats enough.
Next up is 'All I Really Want To Do" which is another crackerjack flowerpot from the boys.
Just as well I never stopped to consider the difficulty and I was bloody minded or I would have chucked it in years ago.
In the end I have managed to attainsome sort of ability and enough to please myself and a casual listener.
It is a very competitive game.
When you are kids the goal is to learn every riff faster and sharper than anyone else and the devil take the hindmost.
At the start I just never could see how these lumps of lead called gingers at the ends of my palms were ever going to move like ballet dancers over the strings but eventually they did.
and then there is the ears.
ear ear me lad.
Years of riveting aeroplane parts and lsitening to screaming jets all day did not help but eventually one acquires the ability to hear the changes and the notes.
I mention all this because I have just worked out The Byrds version of The Times They Are A-changin'.
In the early days our band leader would write out the parts and we had to rigidly adhere to them or get the "LOOK".
hehehehehe.
Later on I began to search out my own songs from the fake books and the net.
I always wanted to play The Times They Are A Changin' but the book arrangements always had these funny changes and weird arrangements almost impossible to follow and eventually I gave that one up.
However by returning to a rigid chart and playing it no matter what my tin ears were telling me I got it.
I got IT.
yippeeee.
I just have a 6 string acoustic Ibanez and it dont sound like Mcguins 12 string Rickenbacker chiming away but my version satisfies me and the chick down the road who came by the other day and was
mightily impressed.
when you see that smile and the foot tap then you know you have got it and thats enough.
Next up is 'All I Really Want To Do" which is another crackerjack flowerpot from the boys.
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