Monday, January 26, 2009

Music as a language

I've heard a lot of people say (even I asked at one point of time) I just don't know how to learn music fast or even if I had learnt, I don't know how to improvise and be creative. Lets compare music to a language. We learnt our mother tongue when we were 2 or 3 years old. How do we understand what our parents say? The situation around you?? The type of words they use?? Their tone?

The same way, while watching a guitarist, we start appreciating the music once we get the feel of what he is creating. Unless you are a guitarist, you would not bother looking at what chords he is playing or where he is playing or simply, what the hell is he trying to do. We just go by our ear.

Even while you try to create music or improvise, try to go by the feel. You say what you feel. And as simple as it is, try and play what you feel. When you are trying to say what you feel, your brain creates the words. So what would you be thinking? were you thinking of nouns? pronouns? verbs? How fast are you substituting words while rephrasing a sentence? Once you have learnt all that theory, you would not think too much while rephrasing a sentence. Do you still refer a grammar book while rephrasing or creating a sentence?

Similarly, look at music as a language. Once you learn all those basics, your way of thinking should be the same way as how you speak a language. And once you are thorough with the basics, you wouldn't wanna think about it anymore. You start playing what you feel. Take a chord and think theoretically.. ok.. am playing this chord and the theory says I can play this after it. And once you start going by the feel of what you are playing, you wouldn't even think about theory.

It is so vital to learn all the basic theory for any musician, no matter what you play. I say what I feel, I play what I feel!

Gracias!

P.S: Wooten's Logic included..

Mystery behind Jim Morrison's death

There are as many rumors about Morrison's death as there are burnt-out hippies wandering the earth. The most widely accepted of these states that Morrison's death came after a heroin overdose. The problem with this theory is that Jim, while a fan of virtually every drug ever discovered, had a pathological hatred for heroin and frequently battled with Courson over her use of the drug. One variation on this theory states that Courson gave him some heroin to snort and told him it was cocaine.

Other theories have Morrison OD'ing on any number of other substances, including cocaine and alcohol, or choking on his own vomit after too much of the same. Further out on the fringe, some claim Morrison was assassinated by the CIA for being a subversive influence, which seems like a bit of stretch.

The best theory about Morrison's death is, of course, that it never happened. Months before the Paris trip, Morrison had talked to friends at some length about his intention to fake his own death, leave his stardom behind and travel to Africa to live among whatever primitive peoples he imagined he could find there. He told people that he would send a message under the pseudonym, Mr. Mojo Risin', an anagram for "Jim Morrison" featured musically in "L.A. Woman." Given the unusual circumstances of his death and the dearth of witnesses, the rumor that Morrison lives on has persisted. The surviving Doors occasionally take a shot at capitalizing on the idea by expounding their thoughts, but no one has reported receiving a telegram from Mr. Mojo Risin'. At least, not yet. On the other hand, even if Morrison didn't die in 1971, he would be 60 today. Given his insane habits, it seems quite likely that the Grim Reaper would have caught up with him by now, either through misadventure, overdose or simply bad living.

A Pack of Cigarettes

Watch them closely - You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and THAT is a lie.

Meanwhile, your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers of death are, in fact trying to kill you, and THAT is the truth.