gj Michelob -> RE: Losing count in... beats and pieces!! (May 8 2013 1:50:43)
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Dear rogeliocan, thank you for your concern. I will try –against my natural verbose proclivity - to offer a brief explanation. In a nutshell: I have always loved and continue to, Country Music, but I have always played nylon strings [let's just put it that way], was it classical or fingerpicking bluegrass, country or celtic music. Then a few years ago, I discovered flamenco and it changed my life. However, I see flamenco as three discrete wonders: 1. Flamenco per se [i.e.: the traditional and rigorously structured style]; 2. Flamenco as a peculiar technique to play nylon strings on a sound-specific instrument; and 3. A wonderful and comprehensive vehicle to learn music theory and guitar in general. What turned me off about flamenco were the people, not the music, on this Foro. I just ended up associating flamenco with endless and disturbingly raucous disputes about what the 'thing' really is [and keep in mind that I engage in 'dispute' of assorted intensity the whole day long, so music must represent some sort of relaxing break or it would defeat the purpose]. Above all, I had devoted myself to the Foro quite enthusiastically and took some disappointments more to heart than I would have otherwise, because of such zeal. And so yes, I sold them all, my sweet flamenco guitars [save for the Vaquez Rubio blanca, to which I now added my Navarro Student with Pegs -I had sold and now reacquired from LaFalseta and literally cannot put down... heavenly little guitar]. I have always enjoyed writing melodies, and Country music is all about melodies. However yet, I really like to play them [fingerpicking-style] on a flamenco guitar. I know some here can’t wait for an opportunity to humiliate me about them, but there is worse in life. So … … Now that I have found some sort of balance, I actually want to seriously study flamenco. I am determined to structure my summer schedule to carve out enough time take lessons from Ricardo and practice sufficiently to make them worth each others' time. …But I have this unrealistic dream [pleonastic adjective, but to reinforce, it is a fantasy] of recording and putting out there a few of my oddly played country/celtic tunes. Why not, after all thus far in life I have accomplished all that people expected of me –and I am not complaining; at 50, I suppose, silly as age will undoubtedly make it sound, I heed the call, chirping clearly … a different tune.
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