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“Could you play it a little less ‘white bread’?” Forrest asks, his eyes kind, but steady on mine, his fingers, as always, delicate in their grip on the neck of his newest guitar, a beautiful instrument that sounds as exquisite as it looks.<\/p>\n“Could you play it a little less ‘white bread’?” Forrest asks, his eyes kind, but steady on mine, his fingers, as always, delicate in their grip on the neck of his newest guitar, a beautiful instrument that sounds as exquisite as it looks.<\/p>\n
We’d just finished a run through of ‘Cheap Sunglasses’ and, despite it being a challenging piece for me rhythmically, I’d done a pretty darn near perfect, note-for-note performance of it.<\/p>\n
I blinked, stared, blinked again. “Ah…oka-aay,” I said, hedging. \u00a0“Which part?” \u00a0I asked this because, honestly, I know I’d just done it as written.<\/p>\n
He tells me.<\/p>\n
I blink.<\/p>\n
He’s talking about two embellished notes, same pitch, the first\u00a0three-sixteenths in length coming a sixteenth after the fourth beat and a quarter note coming on the one beat of the next bar.<\/p>\n
He explains what he wants, then demonstrates it vocally.<\/p>\n
I nod. He starts the riff; I come in when I should, mimicking his vocalization.<\/p>\n
“Not really,” he says, stopping, again.<\/p>\n
I laugh. “Okay. What, then?”<\/p>\n
“Feel<\/em> it more.”<\/p>\n He starts moving his fingers, playing out the riff, his head bobbing in that just-off-the-beat kind-of-way that seems pervasive among\u00a0rock musicians. He looks at me, his eyes urging me to come in.<\/p>\n I do.<\/p>\n He stops …shakes his head. “Feel<\/em> it. Don’t count<\/em> it.”<\/p>\n “Oka-aaay.” I try again.<\/p>\n A huge sigh answers that attempt. “Could you try not playing it like a classical musician? …Try playing like a …a….” He shrugs. “…LIke you don’t have a rod up your backside.”<\/p>\n By now, I’m practically giggling in gleeful hysteria (Very<\/em> inappropriate!)<\/span>. Damping down my giggles is taking supreme effort. “But I am<\/em> a classically trained musician.” Then, more soberly: “And I’m really trying, here.”<\/p>\n “I know….” He groans. “…But it’s just so…’white bread<\/em>‘!”<\/p>\n He’s getting exasperated. Perfectionist that he is, I know how serious he means this. Still, I can’t help myself: “I like<\/em> white bread,” say I.<\/p>\n His eyes flash. “You don’t even eat<\/em> bread.”<\/p>\n “That’s true.” (I’m grinning, and I know that exasperates him even more, but, honestly, I can’t help myself.)<\/span><\/p>\n “Then, don’t play<\/em> white bread!” he practically bellows.<\/p>\n I sigh. Watch\u00a0him fondly. Finally, I shrug a bit. “Hon-, I can only do me. I’m not a ‘bro-‘. I ain’t got no rhythm that way. But I did play with Santana for a few weeks\u00a0long time passing, and they loved my playing.”<\/p>\n “It’s too ‘white bread’,” he repeats. Emphatically.<\/p>\n “Yes, dear. I’ll work on it.”<\/p>\n …Anyone know how to make white bread brown? “Could you play it a little less ‘white bread’?” Forrest asks, his eyes kind, but steady on mine, his fingers, as always, delicate in their grip on the neck of his newest guitar, a beautiful instrument that sounds as exquisite as it looks. We’d just finished a run through of ‘Cheap Sunglasses’ and, despite it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1177,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[202],"tags":[199,157,201,236],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1156"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1156"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1156\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3747,"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1156\/revisions\/3747"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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