tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66961668202401854102024-02-18T22:11:38.337-08:00ElectricVivaldiGregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604808600887816493noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696166820240185410.post-64691986424604421752013-12-06T07:25:00.001-08:002013-12-06T11:24:03.607-08:00for the guitar lover who has everything<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Electric Vivaldi blogs are officially up! But what better opportunity to bust
out some local legends who, like Nguyên Lê, have taken in a musical panorama that ranges
far beyond our humble Colorado mountain setting!<br />
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Ron Bucknam is perhaps
the most complete experimental guitarist you’ve never heard of, mining
deep-seated veins of creativity for rare gems. Taking the same tired
over-the-counter implements that overflow the aisles at Guitar Center - in this case, a pair of Applied Research and Technology effects processors he named Art & Bart - he 's dug up some epic cheats. Join his cult following
as they disappear down twisted rabbit holes in the quest for avant-garde profundity... never to be heard from again. <em> </em><a href="https://soundcloud.com/gregory-ts-walker/bliss-tech-new-ears"><em>Bliss Tech</em> - Ron Bucknam</a> <span id="goog_1934824106"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1934824107"></span><br />
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Though young at heart, Neil Haverstick’s three-pronged performing, teaching,
and publishing attack has kept him for the hunt for the mantle of Elder Statesman of
the American Microtonal Guitar. And for any who might not actually reside in his
state of dissonance, he also applies earbending tunings to the blues and world music improvisations. His life-affirming energy can be glimpsed with the Stickman 19-Tone Power Trio, featuring Thomas
Blomster on drums and Mary Stribling - on 19-tone bass: <a href="https://soundcloud.com/gregory-ts-walker/african-stick-neil-haverstick"><em>African Stick</em> - Neil Haverstick</a> </div>
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In the spirit of the season, a brand spanking new Centaur Records enchanced compact disc, <em>Electric Vivaldi: Global Solstice</em>, has just appeared on Amazon and iTunes. It's a culmination of my own musical travels, but also a medley of holiday favorites mashed-up in the blender of all the influences we’ve been sharing these past twelve months – the perfect holiday gift for the guitar lover who has everything. There are even some East Indian Carnatic stylings inspired by my trip to Kerala, India with the Chuck Fryberger Films team: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=699SARMy9cE">Electric Vivaldi: Largo on YouTube</a> . May the New Year bring us all even more new unsung guitar heroes to sing and their inspired creative torches to pass!<br />
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Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604808600887816493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696166820240185410.post-87506752802815019912013-11-25T13:15:00.000-08:002013-11-25T15:02:49.429-08:00with no borders<br />
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<span class="st">One of the earliest novels involving kung fu was actually written in the 16th century by the legendary </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Wu Cheng'en. </span> <i>Saiyuki </i> is<span class="style_2" jquery1384657360037="163" kwvisibility="true" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="style_1" jquery1384658688443="154" kwvisibility="true" style="line-height: 18px;"> the Japanese name for his "Journey to the West," and this tome would also spark the imagination of French-Vietnamese guitar visionary </span></span>Nguyên Lê.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><em>"I chose to use the « Journey to the West » as an image for travels, both real and imaginary, which bring us together to create this music,"</em> writes Lê. "<em>Passing from Viêt-Nam to India through Japan, we weave the threads of silk which portray an Asia with no borders. ... The West viewed by the Chinese novel was India, but right now the center is exploding: it becomes plural, Dialogue has began and connections are opening up!"</em></span><br />
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When it comes a style that can't be imitated and huge ears that take in everything from old to new to "Is that even music?", this guy is pretty unique in the annals of the instrument. In this clip from the Saiyuki Project, Lê performs no less than ritual exorcism upon an Indian tabla master and a Japanese koto enchantress, before battling the inner demons.<br />
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Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604808600887816493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696166820240185410.post-25453469481579338972013-10-31T21:46:00.003-07:002015-03-14T05:28:30.827-07:00the meticulous madness<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Last month, I was stunned to hear back from maestro Mattias IA Ecklundh, and he was able to update me with the latest: <i>"There's more madness on <a href="https://legacy.ucdenver.edu/owa/redir.aspx?C=M9iHV8yuWEGRN24q-FqOPtPELeLrqdBI7BoWFDkLxktsOx1gDfN8lLxfBNkGqBqQQje4zEMASC8.&URL=http%3a%2f%2fyoutube.com%2ffreakguitartv" target="_blank">youtube.com/freakguitartv</a> and loads to come, rest
assure... on the run to Berlin to mix an album with Jonas Hellborg, moi and the
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<strong> </strong>In 2002, the eternal quest for ever greater platforms led him to a symphonic phase of his own. In this clip, there are some interview excerpts where he really sums up what it's like when the musical worlds collide - and peppered with glimpses into his performance and the meticulous madness that is his own righteous gift.<br />
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Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604808600887816493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696166820240185410.post-11391611646141745962013-09-30T21:33:00.000-07:002015-03-14T05:26:21.054-07:00the (bathroom) sink of his imagination<strong><span style="font-size: large;">I</span></strong>t's not easy to invent a new sound world on a guitar, and when you do, people are either pretty impressed or laughter ensues. No matter what, the easiest way to come up with new sounds is buy new toys. They did provide a certain comfort as I was finding fewer and fewer collaborators willing to indulge me, and soon the time had to come to strike out with a solo project: <em>DJ DATA DADA</em>. The digital looper layering wall-o-sound is kind of widespread these days, so instead I decided to program some gurgling organ patches, rhythmic delays, and twiddle with the battery-powered sampler velcroed to the front of my guitar synth. <br />
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As you can tell from the tepid applause, tongue-in-cheek retro tech doesn't exactly have a wide audience. Sometimes it takes the twisted mind of a natural-born musical comedian to to express it like a real virtuoso.<br />
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Sweden's Mattias IA Eklundh has taken that avant-comedic torch Frank Zappa pioneered and bottled it in a combustible compound that spurts of his hands like Silly String; his signature sound is tactile, fluid, and can be shaped in way too many ways. It would still be easy to dismiss him as just another heavy metal wanker, I suppose... or at least until you check out his rendition of Ludwig van Beethoven's <em>Triple Concerto</em> on YouTube. In <em>Chopstick Boogie</em>, though, he demonstrates that the chops he developed when he was originally a young drum student can be mashed-up, throwing in the (bathroom) sink of his imagination. Along with pretty much anything else he can get his hands on. <br />
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When the John McLaughlin/Al Di Meola/ Paco de Lucia Guitar Trio began touring in the 1980s, McLaughlin's angular assault had been renowned for the decade since his days with the Mahavishnu Orchestra and Di Meola's gorgeous pattern flow had established a new benchmark for cleanliness of technique. But the traditional integrity of Paco de Lucia's Flamenco background - and the fact that without a pick, with just the blurred fingers of his right hand he could compete with the others - placed him in a class by himself. Though not without the headaches and backaches he suffered while performing, reportedly due to the strain of keeping up with the others' advanced knowledge of jazz improvisation!<br />
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In 2000, inspired by the demo cassettes from a prodigious teenager named Chad Carrier, I began to sketch out <i>xy techno theatre</i>, a portable extravaganza that combined Chad's production concepts, an interactive audience virtual environment, and live theater courtesy of my brother, Ian, and his wife, Andi.<br />
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Not only was all this techno multimedia a good excuse to experiment with crazed guitar processing, but there were times when I attempted a similarly multi-dimensional guitar technique that had just been taken to a stratospheric level of development by a one-time New York street musician by the name of Stanley Jordan. </div>
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Like Van Halen, his childhood background as a piano student led him down the path of a two-handed string tapping approach, but his net effect was even more unbelievable: it's like each of his hands has its own independent brain, the sound of two guitarists playing at once. After he exploded out of the blue and unannounced at the 1984 Kool Jazz Festival, some of the most successful players in the business wondered whether from then on, it would be impossible for any guitarist to ignore the new universe of possibilities he'd exposed; that an unforeseen, parallel future for the electric guitar was laid out before us all. After a few years, though, it became clear that virtually nobody was going to retool their whole way of thinking about the instrument and follow in his footsteps, after all. Now Jordan's delicate, spidery solos do not automatically endear him to head-bangers, but in this rendition of the Beatles' <i>Eleanor Rigby</i>, he proves that when tap comes to slap, he can still light 'em up:<br />
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Some were seduced by the Blues Brothers reunion ambience for a time, though by all accounts, I was a harsh task master, and few lasted long. <em>Blinky's Last Ticket</em>, which resulted in an album called <em>QUADRIVIUM</em>, was a collection of originals, each of which was supposed to represent a different amusement park ride. For our haunted house segment, like so many horror flick soundtracks, there were definitely some classical music stylings...<br />
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His raw speed and articulation had already made such an impression that guitarists were unwittingly absorbing influences he brought back from old dead white guys; here was a rock star who actually thanked Antonio Vivaldi and Johann Sebastian Bach on the back of every record. But bounding onto the international stage at a time during which it seemed Eddie Van Halen had already canvassed every single possibility of the heavy metal guitar, the young Swede succeeded in contributing one final element that would elude so many of his many imitators: emotional intensity. And for every blues purist who would dismiss the long-haired Viking's output as merely notes per second, there shall be two who worship at his altar of fire: <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">H</span>ow can anybody who calls himself a guitarist be drawn to the instrument just with artsy pretensions? After all, the whole thing is supposed to be about sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Though the closest I ever got was under the gifted tutelage of a quintet of Bloomington, Indiana garage rock gods known as Zeke Clemens and That Band. </div>
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Most of the guys lived down the hall from me in the dorm, but they managed to introduce me to the senseless partying such music is all about. For the first (maybe last) time in my life, my guitaristry was rowdly acknowledged . I even got a real live "groupie" named Pamela Huckleberry.<br />
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Under the <em>nom de plectre</em> Dreg Stalker, much of the following Van Halenesque performance was spent gyrating atop one of the Second Story Nightclub's bar tables:<br />
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Trolling the car stereo one sunny Sunday afternoon, I can still picture our yellow Chevy Vega's precise location when I first locked into the opening chords of Edward Van Halen's <em>You Really Got Me</em>. I had already taken a crack at the Kinks' original, but this kid's twisted swagger engulfed my mind then and there: a rock guitarist with a brave new modernistic musical language of the spheres! <br />
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And despite all of us who immediately began to rip off the colorful, two-handed techniques he had so strategically guarded prior to his major label debut, after all these decades, there's still nobody else who has captured the man's unique energy, linear unpredictability, and timbral mastery. As early as this uninhibited demo, before he had found a new way to play heavy metal, he had already found a new way to think...<br />
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Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604808600887816493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696166820240185410.post-63887035103290555722013-03-28T22:02:00.001-07:002015-03-13T20:38:24.482-07:00the greatest note in guitar history<br />
When I shipped off to college and the competitive reality of undergraduate violin studies, it was the guitar that kept me sane. I couldn't really put a rock band together surrounded by classical music geeks, but I returned home the next summer to discover my old friend George had created a basement recording studio.<br />
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<em>"The studio was centered around two Sony ElCaset machines purchased for about $50 each from a Hi-Fi store my friend's father owned,"</em> he recalls.<em> "I quickly discovered that even though I COULD record, I had nothing TO record,
and so my own songwriting career was born as well!"</em> <br />
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Songwriting had already become inseparable from guitar playing for me, too, but multi-track arrangements, a quest to find sounds that not even Hendrix could have made with analog synth filters, and gutsy attempts at vocals brought out our best:<br />
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When it comes to the Hendrix sound, the torch-bearer in the 1970s was an ex-Procol Harum, six-stringed poet named Robin Trower.<br />
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After 4:02, in the distance, see if you can hear - in response - the greatest note in guitar history!<br />
<br />Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604808600887816493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696166820240185410.post-26472314683936518392013-02-28T21:42:00.000-08:002013-05-26T09:58:04.255-07:00the possibilities of the guitar changed right then and there<br />
For a kid, an electric guitar can be many things. That vessel of teenage angst that never yells back no matter how hard you swipe it. A hypnotic forest of surprises awaiting from string to string. And then there are the kids who can't help but notice the bestiary of noise you can draw out of a loud one. <br />
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One of the most accomplished high school musicians I knew was my friend George, a drumming fiend who has since gone on to distiguished careers in music and ministry. Every summer I'd find an afternoon to jump on my bike and head down the street to George's, my beater electric swaddled in a pillowcase. We would jam, though it was all I could do to keep up with him. Even if that guitar never would stay in tune, imaginations were running wild:<br />
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Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09604808600887816493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696166820240185410.post-48721067862182933152013-01-31T22:59:00.002-08:002013-11-23T19:58:25.358-08:00Great White Hope of the American guitarI actually grew up in a house of classical musicians. I'd started violin lessons, but my violin teacher's 8-year old, Mike, just a year older than me, decided he wanted to start a rock band with another friend who played the drums. I still picture the afternoon he opened the door to the rec room out back, and his electric guitar, which had maybe most of its strings. The idea of that shape, those colors, the mystique, like a window into another way of being - the seed was planted deep! A year later, I'd made the deal with my parents: if I agreed to continue to suffer through the violin lessons, I could get my own electric guitar. Guitar playing wasn't actually even allowed in our house on Sundays, but it didn't take me long to catch up with Mike and start living the dream, playing lead guitar in Mike's band, The Fiery Flames. While there remains no extant recording of The Fiery Flame's two-gig career, my little brother, Ian (pictured with big brother's rig below), took up the drums a few years<br />
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later and together we laid down this incendiary rendition of Rick Derringer's Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo:<br />
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At age 12, I was already intent on becoming the next Rick Derringer, or better yet, his bandmate Johnny Winter - my personal favorite.<br />
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John Dawson "Johnny" Winter III is not exactly a household name anymore. After the continuous devastation of decades of substance abuse, he doesn't really resemble the studly Great White Hope of the American guitar he was in the late 60s (see above), when he scored a $600,000 advance from Columbia Records, the single largest in the history of the rock industry at that time.<br />
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Winter's first big break was a performance of B.B. King's It's All My Own Fault. When he plays this tune, it's really not even blues guitar anymore, just the raw, steely-tongued lashings of an improvisor who realizes emotional escape is no longer an option. Many, many recordings have been released by this artist, but for me, few hold this emotional focus and pacing, as devastating for me now it was when my big cousin Jeff introduced me and Ian to this man so many years ago...<br />
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