Click images for desktop size: "Death Valley" Hendrix spent a lot of time studying the double picking left handed playing of Dick Dale.
Dale sort of single handedly invented a genre of music. He made a new voice for the guitar, a voice that smelt of salt water, throbbing power and vain lonely reflection.
And it was fun.
Why Hendrix, probably the greatest player ever, thought people should be deprived sun and fun has perplexed Californians, at least Southern Californians, for lifetimes.
It's not easy to play. Tone really is major. Double picking is de riguer. Metal freaks playing 32nd notes at 200 bpm don't have a thing on surf and they're only going for speed and dexterity most of the time, they're not worried about a mood, an emotion.
Surf was big until the Beatles came over. Then it had a resurgence during the punk movement, driven by guys with punk rage but an ability to play, then in the 90's "Pulp Fiction" bought it back. Surf - too cool for words.
A while ago a friend of mine and my puppy's asked me to play some spanish guitar.
this kid asked me to play and loaned me a guitar. I did a song that I thought was appropriate. I was pretty shocked at how badly I played it and would have gotten rid of it as a failed experiment. Our friend got a bee sting and got sick (How do I know what an epipen is?) and asked about the tracks.
even though my playing was poor, and I was hitting clinkers all over the place, I sent them.
So today I got to borrow the kids studio again.
It was fun because it was cheap stuff. It's been too long since I had to try and make cheap stuff sound good. I wonder if he'll notice that I cleaned up some scratchy pots and sliders and knocked the buzz out of his METAL cased mixing board.
I messed with his electronics but not with his instruments. His gear I just did the best I could with.
The track is just to make me feel a little bit better about my poor playing and to knock out some sadness and ennui. Playing music makes me forget how much I'm hurting.

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My puppy's breeders left today. They stopped by my job to say goodbye and to give me a gift. I was suddenly very sad to see them go.
I like them and I liked they're big dog. I think the big dog liked me too. He at least liked to play jokes on me.
Funny, when I wrote that my little puppy started to wail and howl! She was asleep, on her back, but she cried so plantifully. I woke her and she was groggy.
Her wail was a good descriptor of how I feel. Poor thing.

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