This summer, not only am I working with '60s artists such as The Turtles, The Association, The Buckinghams, The Grassroots and Mark Lindsay of Paul Revere & The Raiders on the Happy Together 2011 tour -- but I’m also touring with the Hippiefest 2011 Summer Tour, which features Felix Cavaliere of The Rascals, Gary Wright and guitar heroes Rick Derringer, Mark Farner and Dave Mason.
I went to Guitar Center to buy some audio cables the other day. They were special ones with banana plug ends. I had the spec written down on a piece of paper, and I was a little nervous going into the GC audio department never having purchased this type of cable before.
Clarence White was a genuine double threat. His brilliant, Doc Watson-inspired acoustic flatpicking, which incorporated lightning-fast fiddle lines played on an ancient Martin D-28, helped the bluegrass world recognize the guitar as a lead instrument. Several masters of the genre, including Tony Rice and Norman Blake, name him as a key influence.
Let's talk about the art of recovery. The standard street definition of recovery is gaining possession of something that, for one reason or another, you've lost. It can be anything: your health, money, love, etc. The idea of recovery is the old adage, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."
What's up Dad, we're back! Last time we got into using the whammy bar to make natural harmonics scream back up to pitch. In this column we're gonna be using the bar to to pull these jewels up to notes that are higher than their regular pitch. One example is screaming the harmonic at the 4th fret (regular pitch is B) on the G string all the way up to D (Figure 1).
This week I’m going to talk a little about how we wrote and recorded the new All Shall Perish album, This Is Where It Ends, that just came out this summer. We started writing some of the material while on tour in Europe last year in September.
Ana Popovic can play the shit out of the blues. And she belts it out like a mother in pain, too. But what really captivated me was the sight of her wielding her Strat and tossing off a bevy of tasty Stevie Ray Vaughan-esque licks while wearing a super-sleek, silver mini-dress. Yep. The totally package. Hot. Cool. Killer chops. But don’t think that Popovic hasn’t paid her dues when it comes to the blues.