ften in life the hardest things are the transitions. Sure, ice skating is hard, and rocket science is probably no picnic. But I am sure if you interviewed Nancy Kerrigan or Dr Robert Goddard, they would both agree that it was harder when they were getting started. Once you’re in the groove, things generally go your way, but getting up on that cold gleaming ice without face planting, that’s another story.
And it’s the same with playing music. As anyone knows who’s played an open mic, once
Well, teaching music isn't always what it's cracked up to be, and sometimes it can be as challenging as other jobs, like firefighting or being a prison guard. I've decided to put some of my experiences to paper, and I now share them with you. I hope you find some amusement in reading them, and if you do, then by all means share them! Here is one chapter, and then I post the links at the bottom to the rest of the memoirs. Get a cup of coffee and gather up you cat and do some relaxing reading, because,
It seems that most folks learning a new hobby find numerous ways to make the process more difficult.
I was no different. Not long after I had mastered the “baby steps” of the banjo, I made the dubious decision to tackle harpsichord music from 17th century composer J.S. Bach. I’ve never been able to explain exactly why, but for some reason the labyrinthine complexity of Bach’s melodies fascinated me.
So of course I had to learn them on the banjo.
Now this was
The mandolin is such a tiny little thing, heck out entire fingerboard is barely two feet of territory to explore.
And so much of us get stuck playing beneath the
5th fret because, well, it's just comfortable and familiar and...well, why should we do anything different?
I've been spending some time (finally) delving into the dark nether regions of the upper mandolin neck, and I can say that it is quite a jungle. First of all,