Guitars… confusion…

So, I thought I’ll get a new guitar.

Easier said than done! Trust me.

I went in with the assumption, that my (supposedly) super ear will guide me to my new guitar. I couldn’t have been more wrong. It turns out, my super ear failed me on more levels than one. πŸ™‚

Well, getting the acoustic one was somewhat easier, now that I look back. All you had to do, is check the sound, built, and the action. Of course, the size. And, somehow, back with the acoustic, the cost of the guitar varied nicely with the built, and looks. I found a decent one in just a couple of trips to the music shop.

The thing with the electric guitar kit is there are far to many variables in the equation. The cost variation is also somewhat spectacular. Add to it the fact, that I feel kind of unable to differentiate between sounds generated by those complicated instruments. Oh, did I mention the done variations, and the pickup coil options!

The setup at the music shop was simple, with one processor and one amp. The sales person just kept on hooking different guitars, and playing them with some knobs being flicked here and there. The end result was that I could not really latch on to what he was trying to say.

Single coil pickup or double coil. To me, it sounded much the same. He kept talking about the power, and the clean factor of the sound. It felt as though some one tried to explain stock market to me. I gave up on that particular guitar. It was a beginner Stagg.

In came the next ibanez. Supposedly of a little premium quality. Hooked it up to the same setup, and started his usual routine. Boy, time for me to get thoroughly confused. Frankly, it sounded same as the previous guitar πŸ™ Maybe, I’m tone deaf or something, butΒ  I had no idea why one of them would cost 7. 5k INR, and other 20k.

The confusion prevailed further, when I saw some Fenders at the similar range.

To add more fuel to this fire, I got to know that there are effects Processors with similar effects, but one being superior than other. I did not care to listen, the shop did not have them for try outs.

Ditto for the amps in there. About 5 varieties. but none to demo.

I’ll try to give my super ear another run at another shop, but one thing was pretty much evident here. Guitars did not make much of a difference here. Or they did, but I could not perceive. Maybe, I’ll need an expert to guide me through this mysterious myriad of options.

Any Experts?

I’m a cow bwaaay!

This post contains another recoding. My favorite western song. πŸ™‚

I’ve been wanting to play this one ever since I started to strum. however, I could do it only now.

The funny thing is that this particular song is more vocal heavy, and I am still not all that comfortable singing (yet!) . Anyways, I had a go at it, and the output is here for you to listen. Like it or trash it, for the record …. I have put it up. It’s quite an effort.

One more thing off my to do list. πŸ™‚

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(Country Roads, by John Denver . Acoustic cover by me, rhythm and vocals)

 

My two hot flatmates.

Friends back at home have repeatedly wanted to see pictures of my guitar.Here they are (yes folks, I have two) , and aren’t they hot ? Presenting for the very first time……..

TADA

The small handy guitar I use to catch newer tunes
babe

This is the first guitar I’ve ever played on. It’s a cut shaped concert guitar. Even now, many a songs I cannot play on my other guitar come easily to me on this. Babe’s a gift from a friend of mine from college.

The guitar with the deep sound.
pluto

Pluto is the guitar I fell in love with despite the fact that there were Yamahas and Fenders around it at the music shop. After playing all those guitars, somehow the sound of this hottie appealed to me the most, and I got her home πŸ˜‰

 

harmony
both

Don’t they co-exist in such nice harmony. If only life were like that!

Warning : This post shall not be held responsible if your monitor screen burns out due to the sheer hotness. You have been warned!!

Peace out.

Now this is trippy stuff.

So, I had been laying low for some time. Am back . Not with the proverbial bang, but a melody. Yup, a melody. All created and recorded at home.

Now I have been an admirer of great music ever since I can remember. Somehow, the urge to dissect and sample a song by bits had never occurred to me. Neither had there been any inclination to play any musical instrument. I did secretly wish to play guitar, drums and flute.

Now if I look retrospectively, I have had many a chances to learn how to play guitar. Needless to say, I squandered most of them. πŸ™‚

Walk down the memory lane.

  1. I was in class sixth. Mom was a teacher in school, and dad had a guitar. She decided to put the two together to see if anything happens. So, she asked a guitar teacher in school to come and teach me. But there was a glitch, which acted like a spanner in the otherwise “smooth as an engine plan by mom“. The guitar teacher would come at 6:00Β  PM, i.e the time to play. Now i felt that was not a fair trade. Play time vs. guitar learn time. So to get the best of both the worlds, I convinced my younger sister to take lessons form the Guitar sir, and teach me later in the evening. That was when the scheme went out for a toss. I had to play outside with friends πŸ™‚
  2. In college, I was thoroughly impressed by the musical abilities of some of my class mates. Also, give a guitar to any school kid in Sikkim, and he’d probably put the other (read outsiders) kids to shame. It seems, they are born with some guitar playing abilities. Let’s not digress. I saw a certain Mr. SB, Banra, Panne, Mr. PS, Mr. KR, Mr. UR amongst the others. I was thoroughly impressed.
  3. I asked Panne to borrow his guitar at the exam time. He did not play during very close to the exam days, and I err… did not study all the time :). So I would get like a week around the exam dates, when I’d get Panne’s guitar and try to strike up the musician in me. But no. Not of any consequence. I gave up, again.
  4. I was flatmates with a person when I stayed in Noida. He had a guitar, and played some times. My other flatmate had a guitar too, and I saw this as a golden opportunity toΒ  get in the groove. I started looking up the net, and getting to play. Only went up to getting to finger a few simple chords. Then those lessons got slashed as I decided to move back to gurgaon. I still did not have a guitar.
  5. I would repeatedly pester my friend , Mr. SB to sell me his old guitar, or accompany me to a music shop to by one for me. I still had no guitar picking talent. Some how, he fell in love with his old guitar which he did try to sell to me. I mean I got all the mail with that guitar striking various poses. I did not react proactively for some reason, and he withdrew the offer later. Some things, I guess are just not meant to be

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I came to hyderabad 6 months ago. Ain’t I old ? Some things happened that lead me into giving it a shot for yet another time.

The push consisted of (and how it actually happened).

  1. I moved to a new house, and would play loud music in the morning.My next doorΒ  neighbor overheard my song selection. He somehow deduced that I like guitar. He is himself a guitarist from his college days. He decided to teach me. My problem was, I did not have a guitar. He is Mr. R, and is one of my guitar teachers
  2. Amongst some of the people I met here, a friend from college had a guitar. I told him to teach me as well. He said that he did not play anymore, and told me to take the guitar if I wish to. Mr. RK, I heard a mental click. Finally, I had a guitar. Thanks. Big Time. This was about 4 months ago.

4 months ago, I decided to give guitar playing another shot. Somehow during that time I got to listen to Telugu Music. I was impressed yet again. There was a student in me which was trying to get up. It was certainly not something I was home at doing, but I blogged about getting out out from the “comfort zone“.

I certainly wanted to practice what I preached (or blogged).

So, in an attempt to get out from my comfort zone, I decided to try to learn how to play guitar. Made a mental promise with self that I’ll hang in there for 2 months, and see how things go from there.

(Patience, by G’n’R . Acoustic cover by me, rhythm and vocals)

Now there are some things I can do with a guitar, and some which I can’t. I needed a lot of patience, and I still do. One thing is for sure, I’m a student for life. πŸ™‚

PS : I’m a lousy singer

You’ve got the music, in you!

A friend of mine decided to club together his work visit to Hyderabad with some extra weekend time, and decided to stay with me. Now, he happens to be from the fast paced city of India …. Mumbai. I had my fingers crossed on how he would appreciate the culture shock of the ways in Hyderabad.

One thing we had in common, to look forward to was exchanging the newly discovered sound tracks. We do have a sort of overlapping affinities when comes to what we like listening to. Though we diverge on those tastes often, there has been enough evidence in the past to suggest that our common choices are not merely coincidental.

Other than that, we had been (nearly) neighbours in Gurgaon, although he was always a Mumbaikar, where as I have never been to that place. Still, it wasΒ  the music that got us together and it is the music that kept us together πŸ™‚

He landed by evening, and these were his moving thoughts as the day progressed:

Saturday

6:00 PM The roads are so nice …. and empty.

7:00PM ISB is goooooood.

7:30 PM 5 minutes commitment by someone ??? really?

9:00 PM Why don’t the cars move it ? Why do they drive so close by?

9:30 PM That’s like an awesome track. I want to copy it on to my mp3 player.

9:35 PM That’s another super song. This one too.

11:00 PM Any place like Turqoise Cottage or Jazz by the Bay ? Firangi pani is #$%&&^!

11:15 PM Where can I get some good local food?

11:30 PM The place closes at 11:30 ?

11:45 PM Where can I get booze, to take home?

1:00 AM ISB is goooooood , can we stay here?

1:25 AM Stop playnig Lady Gaga, again!

1:30 AM Doesn’t police catch you for driving like this at this time? This place is so deserted!

2:00 AM You’re playing the guitar too loud. What if neighbours complain?

 

I was a bit confused when he asked me what are the night places in Hyderabad ? (As if there are any). So with my limited vocabulary on that front, I took him to this pub I had seen some time ago in City Centre. Firangi Pani. It seemed good back then. Now, not so much :). Add to it the fact, that I go scouting for pubs in a new city. Confused is a very suitable word. Anyways, followed by a dinner at Ohri’s and a visit to ISB at night made up for it. By the end of it, we were happy, well fed and in posession of a new pair of shoes. What else can a guy want?

Sunday

7:30 AM Let me sleep …

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11:00 AM Let me sleep …. shoo.

11:30 AM I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast ?

1:30 PM I gotta buy an iPod.

1:35 PM This song is so good, I want to take it.

3:00 PM This is the speed we move at, in old city?? I’ll be late for my call.

5:00 PM (Calls up, apologises). I know we had this call at 5 PM. I’ll be late by 5 mins. (Now that’s what 5 mins should mean πŸ™‚ )

7:00 PM Pista house biryani is good ! I’m loving it.

8:00 PM Let’s go buy that iPod.

8:30 PM Weather is nice, how about some beer?

So, we had a hectic day. had a trip to Pista house, got lot’s of Biryani, Rolls, Patties and cookies. Dashed back to KPHB for a very important call that had to be made. Picked up an iPod. Ate that stuff, and were set for some song track exchange. No beer for you mister! πŸ™‚

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I hope the stay at my place was good one, and that I did a decent job of being a host.

 

Burgers, pending .

Come again.