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[davidisen]

Alex Hargreaves and Michael Daves at Rockwood last night

Alex's fiddle was hot, hot, hot! Monster flatpicker and other-worldly vocalist Michael Daves has been a Rockwood (NYC) regular for about 16 years. He used to play weekly, on Tuesday. He'd always open with "I've Endured." The absence of that song was the ONLY thing missing from last night's spectacular (and PACKED) show.

The show also featured Jake Jolliff on mandolin, another monster player who I've followed for well over a decade, and an excellent bassist, Erik Alvar, who I haven't heard play before. Long as I'm talking about these great musicians, here's a video of Alex and Jake that I never get tired of watching from the International Mandolin Festival in Lunel, France in 2013. The guitarist is Julien Bataille.

#mandolin #hotjazz #newgrass #jazzfiddler #billystrings #jakejolliff #alexhargreaves #michaeldaves #flatpicking #Youtube

[thisdayreservedfor]

a-ha, Take on Me (cover) Shane Hennessy

#acoustic guitar #singer songwriter #fingerstyle #percussive guitar #flatpicking #a ha #shane hennessy #Youtube

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[hayesgriffin]

Over the Waterfall // Kenny Smith Floating Style // Guitar Lesson

In this acoustic guitar lesson, Hayes Griffin shows you how to play the old time and bluegrass fiddle tune, Over the Waterfall, in the floating style pioneered by flatpicker extraordinaire, Kenny Smith.

Over the Waterfall is attributed to the fiddler Henry Reed from Virginia and has been passed on by historian, folklorist, and tune collector Alan Jabbour.

By the end of this lesson you will know what floating style is, how to apply it to guitar, and how to play a sweet arrangement of this fiddle tune!

#youtube #guitar #bluegrass #bluegrassguitar #acousticguitar #fiddletune #flatpicking

[mellotronmkll]

I really feel like if I don't have the right picks I just can't play guitar like any slight variation in size or brand I will throw a fit and it's so stupid but it is what it is

#I recently received some of the regular medium dunlop thumb picks but I usually use the orange slim picks and I'm just like I cant use these #And for flatpicking like I need my specific type and brand and I have a bunch of others but I hate using them so much 😭 #I need the 1mm primetones or I just can't even play like at all #Like okay I can but . #I cant really #I'm sure if I tried other brands I would find some I like like if I persisted but . I don't want to

[giawang]

walking around my tiny basement apartment singing ahooooo ahoooooo aahooo. ladadaaa daaada daaa

#im sure my neighbours love it. #theproblem with this song is the chords are so easy(especially because i cheat by playing an fmaj7 instead of learning barre chords) #but its hard bc im used to strumming or slamming and not flatpicking. but i am learning ! #Spotify

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[deadnburied13]

MEET WILLIE NELSON'S ICONIC MARTIN GUITAR , 'TRIGGER

Use in tens of thousands of shows, Willie’s workhorse has taken on a unique look. With a large hole above the bridge that nearly reaches the sound hole; the result of flatpicking and strumming on a guitar designed to be played fingerstyle and even the steel frets have been worn down to wavey lines from the extensive playing.

The top and body, meanwhile, has been signed by over one hundred of Nelson’s friends, resulting in an instrument decorated in history unlike any other signed by the likes of Gene Autry, Johnny Cash, and Waylon Jennings to name few from over a hundred signatories.

Photo by Wyatt McSpadden

#willie nelson #Trigger

[meowcatsposts]

Guitar Lessons [Ahmed]

Overview

Mans finds you in his studio playing the acoustic guitar that was on his stand

Then he’s like, woah that’s cool

You're so embarrassed lol

Trying to hide the guitar or smth

“You're perfect pitch so your ears are probably bleeding lol”

Mans laughs and shakes his head no

Somehow you end up finding out he doesn’t know how to play

And he begs you to teach him lol

Then during one of your lessons, he begins to strum chords and sings Soul Mate lmao

And steals glances at you

Literally a god

“U serenading me??”

“Yes”

You found yourself immersed in Ahmed’s studio, relishing the hollow, almost lulling atmosphere, gazing at the royally painted drum sets and the lonely guitars that were sitting in their dark corners.

He wouldn’t mind…right? you reassured your contemplating self, heading straight for the acoustic guitar.

After giddily setting and admiring the ink-lacquered instrument on your lap, you began to finger and pluck strings, ingraining the feel of it in your hands. Everything about it was perfect, sophisticated and refined, from the shiny nuts, little grooves in the strings, to pickguard.

Ahmed found himself wandering about the building, stumbling across a warm symphony dancing its way from his studio. 

“(Y/N)?” he said, quite astonished. 

“Ahmed? Oh lord…” You mistook his expression as one of bubbling anger, hastily wiping the strings and scampering over to put the guitar where it was.

“No, don’t put it away.” Ahmed’s eyes sparkled, as if made of emerald. “Can I hear more?”

You chuckled nervously, replying, “I probably made your ears bleed.” There was a window of silence as you slowly backpedaled to your original seat, gazing at the instrument sitting on your lap. Ahmed followed your movements, remaining still as ever. Then, you asked, “You have perfect pitch, right?” (I hc that this man has perfect pitch)

The Esper smiled, suppressing the laughter bubbling in his throat. “Well…I do, but I thought you sounded pretty wonderful.”

“Oh, and to answer your question,” you trailed, cheeks warm with embarrassment, “I screw up pretty bad with an audience, so…”

“If that’s the case…” Ahmed hummed. He lifted his electric guitar from its stand and sat down in front of you, smile still present as ever. “Can you teach me how to play?”

Flabbergasted, you gawked at him as if he grew two heads. “Wait…really?”

He chuckled at your reaction, warmth radiating from his face, a slight red dusting his bronze complexion. Then he locked those foamy green eyes with you, burning with determination. 

“I’d love to learn from you.”

After teaching him the basics for flatpicking and making him laugh at your mnemonic for tuning, you let out a tiny yawn, relaxing your tired muscles and fingers. Ahmed glanced at the clock, then at you, feeling a twinge of guilt nipping his insides.

“Sorry for keeping you for so long,” he sheepishly apologized, offering to put away the guitar in your hands. 

As you stared at him under the moonlight, gently placing the instruments on their stands, you replied, “Oh, it’s fine. I didn’t mind.” 

He looked absolutely ethereal. Even better than in his concerts or meet-and-greets. 

“I didn’t expect that.” Ahmed laughed softly, wiping a wisp of purple hair out of his eyes. He made his way next to you and plopped down. “People usually get frustrated when they’re teaching for so long.”

You snorted, reminiscing of your past teachers and mentors, finding validity in his statement. “I guess…but I had fun.” Suddenly, a thought lodged itself in your mind, so you asked him, “Don’t your fingers hurt? You know, since it’s your first time?”

Ahmed examined his fingertips for a while. “...They do, but I used to cut my fingers all the time in Chic-Pit-A, so I guess I got used to it.”

You made a funny face, to which he chuckled at. “What the heck did they make you do there?” you gushed, imagining sharp knives and scary fast-food machinery.

“I dropped plates a lot.” His eyes turned overcast with trouble, reflecting dying spring. 

“Oh…” You didn’t know how to respond, so you brewed in the remaining silence.

“Anyway,” Ahmed said, gentle light returning in his eyes. “Would you mind teaching me again? Whenever you’re free, that is.”

Almost a month passed since you’ve tutored Ahmed, and you had to admit, he had lots of musical talent. At times, it would make you envious just hearing and seeing him play. You also had to admit he’d been very adamant about playing together in the studio, masking it with his gentle demeanor. The way his eyes would glow eagerly whenever you’d enter the room, or how your guitar would already be atop your seat, or how his warm smile would remain throughout every session always tickled the back of your mind.

One day, you heard him playing a rather difficult melody, heartily flowing from the open studio door. 

“What’s that song called?” you asked, quietly stepping into the room, entranced.

Ahmed’s deft fingers came to a halt on the fretboard as he grinned childishly. “It’s a secret.”

“Huh.” Although you didn’t mind his rather secretive behavior, the devil on your shoulder decided to tantalize him. “If you don’t want to tell me, I’ll just play by myself.”

Ahmed perked up, perplexed. “What does that mean?”

“No tutoring, perhaps?” 

As you saw his expression contort into one of dejection, guilt churned violently in your gut, and your facade began to crack. Ahmed, who was keen about your wavering expression, chuckled. His fingers ghosted the strings as he stared at you intently.

“Well, then,” he hummed, eyes averting to the fretboard. “I’ll play some of it for you.” 

“Wait-” you started. Panic roiled in your head like a distant storm. “I didn’t mean…”

“Oh, it’s fine. You didn’t mean it, did you?”

You nodded sheepishly, to which he replied with a small chuckle and pat on the chair in front of him. After waiting for you to take your usual seat, Ahmed began to softly pick with his fingers, producing a warm melody you’ve never heard before.

He knows how to fingerpick? you thought to yourself.

Then, his lips parted, and he began to sing.

“Maybe I’m a little too shy…”

At first, you simply thought he was caught in the moment, deft fingertips dancing over the fretboard and soundhole. But why was he stealing glances your way and smiling so invitingly? His beautiful green eyes sucked you into his performance and rooted you tightly to your seat, and mellow voice reverberated through your body; rose petals tickled your cheeks, bringing forth a warmth that pulled at your heart. 

With a boiling hot face, you trailed quietly, “Are you…?”

 “Serenading you?” Ahmed finished your sentence for you and stopped his performance, adding a pleased, “Yes.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, as you were currently overheating and freezing all at the same time. Although you hid your burning face well enough, you couldn’t hide your steaming ears, and Ahmed chuckled delightfully.

“I take it you liked my performance?” he asked, gently peeling your hands off your face. You nodded shyly, noticing his cheeks were dusted lightly with pink, biting down a smile. 

“So, uh…” you started, unsure of what to say in the situation. However, you decided to add a little humor to the rather embarrassing moment. “Do I have to pay for your spectacular performance?”

“We can save your payment for later,” Ahmed replied, chuckling, “since I think I broke you.” He sheepishly rubbed his guitar’s wooden neck and smiled to himself, then to you. When your eyes met, you nearly melted like a s’more again.

“Um…also, did you know how to play all along?”

“Maybe.”

You nearly fainted lol

#dislyte #dislyte ahmed #dislyte x reader #dislyte ahmed x reader

[rhythmandtones]

Flatpicking Arkansas Traveler on Guitar

#youtube

[taohun]

can i just travis pick im on fire why must i do that silly little flatpick thing 

[rich4a1]

Humbletown is Making a Scene

HOME PAGE Making a Scene Presents an Interview with Humbletown Humbletown is a folk/bluegrass duo featuring Morgan Carnes on clawhammer banjo and Dylan Lewis on flatpick guitar and mandolin. The duo primarily writes their own songs in eclectic styles but also plays traditional songs, fiddle tunes, and folk and country covers. The duo prides itself on unique harmonies and vibrant traditional and…

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#americana #roots #roots rock #singer-songwriter #songwriter

[dustedmagazine]

Elijah McLaughlin Ensemble — II (Tompkins Square)

Elijah McLaughlin Ensemble II by Elijah McLaughlin Ensemble

The Chicago group, which features Elijah McLaughlin on 12- and 6-string guitars, Joel Styzens on hammered dulcimer, and Jason Toth on upright bass, returns two years after its eponymous debut with the descriptively titled II to deliver a fresh set of drones and overtones that seem to issue from some chasm deep in a forest. The emotion and excitement that these three players sustain over a taut 36 minutes are remarkable, with the individual tracks seeming to form a kind of suite.

Opener “Zodiac Rabbit” establishes the basic template: the combined plucking and hammering of the guitar and dulcimer blend in a wash of mid-range atop shafts and pulses of bowed or (somewhat less often) pizzicato bass. Pastoral passages build to crescendos, with all three musicians remaining fully engaged throughout and fading out together at the end. Similarly propulsive is “Spring,” which erupts in a flurry of notes through which the bass pulls a haunting melody. A lull in the mid-section creates the space for the tension to build again, and there’s a great moment at 4:00 when Toth, having switched to pizzicato, switches back to arco. 

Among the more meditative pieces, the atmospheric “Arc” floats slowly along on a bed of bass, and the vaguely country-ish “Viroqua” winds along like a trip through the hilly part of Wisconsin that the title apparently references. The stately “Effigy,” with strummy guitar and a lovely ascending and descending bowed bassline, hints at some dark mystery. 

Points of reference include, to name just two, the Powers-Rollin Duo, in which the hammered dulcimer is used to somewhat different effect, and Pelt circa Pearls from the River in the interaction between Jack Rose and the various drones—but nothing sounds quite like this trio. Styzens coaxes an amazing range of sounds from his instrument, which is suggestive, at turns, of a mandolin (“Interlude”), pipa (“Confluence”), piano (“Blind Valley”) or twin of McLaughlin’s guitar (frequently and effectively). McLaughlin for his part switches back and forth seamlessly between fingerpicking and flatpicking (or rather thumbpicking) arpeggios in the manner of Basho and Blackshaw, sometimes very rapidly (“Wheel,” “Spring”), while at other times he hangs back and plays chords (“Arc”) or provides supportive and/or melodic strumming. Toth’s bowing is notable for both the clarity of the tone, which is at times indistinguishable from that of a cello (“Spring”), and the strength of the sustain, which allows him to fill the spot of a keyboard or shruti box player as well as contribute melody. 

Where II represents a progression beyond its uniformly excellent predecessor is in the blending of the voices and the greater drive in the tunes. Styzens, in particular, has found a way of filling the space between his bandmates that makes the whole seem far more than the parts. Also, the emphasis this time around is even more on the “Ensemble”: tellingly, whereas the players enter sequentially on the opening track of the previous record, on the opener for this one, they come in in unison. 

In these respects, the title II, even if ironic, is unfortunate. Far from being more of the same, this release both refines the approach and suggests that much remains to be explored in the sonic landscape mapped out by this trio. 

Jim Marks

#elijah mclaughlin #II #tompkins square #jim marks #albumreview #dusted magazine #guitar #12-string guitar #six-string guitar #Joel Styzens #dulcimer #Jason Toth #bass #drone #fingerpicking #improvisation

[americanahighways]

REVIEW: Pete Kartsounes "Songs in the Key of Love"

REVIEW: Pete Kartsounes "Songs in the Key of Love" @petekmusic @americanahighways #songsinthekeyoflove #americanamusic @eliselizcady #newmusic2024

Pete Kartsounes – Songs in the Key of Love If his name rings a bell, Pete Kartsounes has been flatpicking around the bluegrass scene and beyond for quite a while, spending years in the Colorado area and traveling the world, rather extensively, before making his home in Bend, Oregon. In his new album, Songs in the Key of Love, Pete offers simple songs that comb through the snarls that can…

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[theloniousbach]

RETIREMENT CHRONICLES 1.5

I wrote the first installment of this series two and a half weeks ago as an end/first of the year reflection on four months of my retirement*. The asterisk reflects that I was for those four months and will be again fully engaged with the academic calendar with teaching and involvement around a very rewarding program.

But this past month has looked a bit more like retirement. I did some of that school work (grading and prep plus some like administrative work and went to campus a very very little), but largely it was up to me to organize my time, to wake up in the morning and say what should I do?

Except, of course, it wasn’t particularly spontaneous. I had plans (and, I confess, a record system) that extended the fall’s goals—exercise, reading/writing, watching music and writing about it, playing music.

Since this is what Summer when I’m not teaching will look like, Winter Break was a rehearsal just as previous ones have been for retirement.

That’s why this one is numbered 1.5 even if the May one is 2.0 and the August one will be 3.0

I kept the EXERCISE habit intact by going to the gym and taking advantage of “vitalities” that mean that I don’t hurt the next day. We walked outside as we could but I also used the home treadmill several times. My home yoga though slipped some.

I READ lots of fiction, spurred on by having now three mystery series going with those books taking me a couple of days each. But I read a couple of books in an alternative history series I’ve followed for years. The one literary novel was the second Aubrey/Maturin historical novel by Patrick O’Brian. There are 18 more which I have on loan. Those will go north for the summer as the idea of buying three Kindle books a week seems too much, even if it may not actually be more than how others get their stories by cable/streaming services.

I WROTE less than I thought I might in part because of an identity crisis born of the realization that what I like about mysteries is the overall arc of the series and not the mechanics and puzzle of plot. I continue to have fun with it, but let me now say that what I am doing is historical fiction as I amuse myself and try to be clever by seeing how my characters intersect with actual events plausibly. I continue to hope that I don’t sabotage myself by falling back on my training as a historian. I am not that careful or deep in particular knowledge about this period, so I’m just trying to be clever for my own amusement while telling stories about my characters.

With reading being a primary escape/past time, I still watched lots of JAZZ taking advantage of the discovery that I could watch both sets of a run in close proximity using the Small’s/Mezzrow’s You Tube channels rather than wait for sets to be archived. Those 25 sets turned into 15 souvenir essays.

I PLAYED piano exactly once and briefly at that and bass not at all, so those remain aspirational. But I played lots of guitar and made modest progress with Drop D tuning where, for some reason, I have the notes in my hands and can fingerpick the melodies of tunes—lots of folk tunes based in the church like I’ll Fly Away or Will the Circle Be Unbroken?, amusingly enough—nearly intuitively. This started with a Homespun instructional video on flatpicking fiddle tunes. I have a tentative grasp on a third one of those, but it’s still unfamiliar territory for my playing. But besides Drop D, my other fingerpicking benefits too.

I’m looking forward to teaching starting tomorrow with lots of familiar and talented students.

But I’m also looking forward to seeing how I extend the lessons of this past month to mid-May through mid-August.

#2024 #retirement chronicles

[reanimated-roadkill]

i miss! playing the guitar!

my nails are too long and my fingers are weird and it makes the whole process! incorrect!!!

too much nail for a flatpick, too much nail to fingerpick, fingers are too long and flat to play chords right. crime. crime against me specifically. gangrel frenzy curse homophobia.

#cherry.txt