Hi John.
For me, trying to figure it out for myself is why I'm glad I rediscovered the Weenie web site. I can't have these discussions with folks around my town, 'cause they don't understand the blues language or the ideas some of us have about writing a good blues tune.
In my neck of the woods, it's "Wagon Wheel" this and "Old Crow" that, or " how many different ways do you think A.P. Carter strummed the G7 on an autoharp." If it's not that, it's something screaming out of a Line6 amp, with so much distortion I can't distinguish one chord from another. Folks around here love hearing blues, but only three of us in the county play acoustically; the rest of what little remains of blues around here is played electric.
Don't get me wrong. "Wagon Wheel" is a great tune. A few years back I even rewrote the lyrics to be about Humboldt County and my wife instead of goin' south out of Roanoke to Philly to North Carolina. Occasionally I'll listen to Motorhead. But 99.99% of the time I'm thinkin' and playing blues.
It's nice to chat with folks who know what I mean by "ridin' the blinds" and "biscuit roller." Whether I'm gigging or just sitting around with friends (which I prefer), I still have to consider what I'm doing. "99-year Blues" is a great tune, but I'm obsessively committed to non-violent thinking, so I'm not gonna sing "give me my pistol, said three rounds balls / gonna shoot everybody I don't like at all."
I wrote a song about a female checker at Winn-Dixie, and I loved playing that song... but fifteen years ago I moved to Northern California, where only 5-in-128,000 folks in the whole county have ever heard of Winn-Dixie. That song just doesn't fly around here.
On top of that, I never want to disrespect the music that I love, or the folks who played it before me. I owe what I do to what they did.
So whether I play publicly, with a student, or with friends, I want to make sure that I'm choosing the right words, because in anybody's mind I am nothing more than what they see and what they hear... and in my mind I want them to see and hear only what makes them happy.
What I'm finding out on Weenie is that there's a lot of folks doing the same thing I am. Cool! And to me it doesn't matter whether it's an intellectual discussion or bantering among online geeks. Every one of us has to do the exact same thing: pick up the guitar and play it... and we have to figure out how to do that every time we pick up the guitar... even if we're Eric Clapton.
For me, trying to figure it out for myself is why I'm glad I rediscovered the Weenie web site. I can't have these discussions with folks around my town, 'cause they don't understand the blues language or the ideas some of us have about writing a good blues tune.
In my neck of the woods, it's "Wagon Wheel" this and "Old Crow" that, or " how many different ways do you think A.P. Carter strummed the G7 on an autoharp." If it's not that, it's something screaming out of a Line6 amp, with so much distortion I can't distinguish one chord from another. Folks around here love hearing blues, but only three of us in the county play acoustically; the rest of what little remains of blues around here is played electric.
Don't get me wrong. "Wagon Wheel" is a great tune. A few years back I even rewrote the lyrics to be about Humboldt County and my wife instead of goin' south out of Roanoke to Philly to North Carolina. Occasionally I'll listen to Motorhead. But 99.99% of the time I'm thinkin' and playing blues.
It's nice to chat with folks who know what I mean by "ridin' the blinds" and "biscuit roller." Whether I'm gigging or just sitting around with friends (which I prefer), I still have to consider what I'm doing. "99-year Blues" is a great tune, but I'm obsessively committed to non-violent thinking, so I'm not gonna sing "give me my pistol, said three rounds balls / gonna shoot everybody I don't like at all."
I wrote a song about a female checker at Winn-Dixie, and I loved playing that song... but fifteen years ago I moved to Northern California, where only 5-in-128,000 folks in the whole county have ever heard of Winn-Dixie. That song just doesn't fly around here.
On top of that, I never want to disrespect the music that I love, or the folks who played it before me. I owe what I do to what they did.
So whether I play publicly, with a student, or with friends, I want to make sure that I'm choosing the right words, because in anybody's mind I am nothing more than what they see and what they hear... and in my mind I want them to see and hear only what makes them happy.
What I'm finding out on Weenie is that there's a lot of folks doing the same thing I am. Cool! And to me it doesn't matter whether it's an intellectual discussion or bantering among online geeks. Every one of us has to do the exact same thing: pick up the guitar and play it... and we have to figure out how to do that every time we pick up the guitar... even if we're Eric Clapton.