Is John Watt the most exciting general rock guitarist in Magle.dk? I think so.
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John Watt
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It's not easy, showing or seeing that much, uh, perfect skin,
not that I'm in any.
As you can obviously see, without proper management, I'm blowing my own self-promotion.
However, the self-image of seniors and New Zealand is making big news over here.
And JHC, as you can see, I'm not just typing "screw age and flaunt what you got".
I'm putting up hasty and tasty videos where you can't see my face, or anything else.
I'm having difficulty coming up with a good line about your first ex-wife, JHC.
not that I'm in any.
As you can obviously see, without proper management, I'm blowing my own self-promotion.
However, the self-image of seniors and New Zealand is making big news over here.
And JHC, as you can see, I'm not just typing "screw age and flaunt what you got".
I'm putting up hasty and tasty videos where you can't see my face, or anything else.
I'm having difficulty coming up with a good line about your first ex-wife, JHC.
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John Watt
Member
Being a general rock guitarist, hopefully alive during the classic rock era, isn't fun.
It's hard to promote yourself, when nothing new musically is happening,
except for the fact that too much music is just technology, not live bands.
In fact, it's always hard to promote yourself.
I'm certain you're seeing that here.
What is new in the general rock world of John Watt, as if you need to ask.
A really nice guy, and a good guitarist, working at Thorold Music, in St. Catharines,
used his personal online to order me some guitar picks he found.
I was asking about ordering a gross from Fender, all I've done since 1970.
No music store I've ever been in, had Fender Heavy Thick picks for sale.
What's promotion worthy about these picks,
is the fact that this collection of 72 picks were bought in the seventies,
and are tortoise shell, what was an exotic addition for Fender guitars.
I've never seen a heavy thick in tortoise shell, and that's a great price.
The last box I ordered, I figured the picks cost me 35 cents each, getting 120, a gross.
Now I'm getting 72 for a little less, even if I would have paid more.
The email saying they came in came in today, so I'm heading there as soon as I can.
Picks and strings, can be sick and strange things, messing up your mind and music,
if you're changing them or using different ones all the time and on different instruments.
It's nice for me, not being about the guitar, but the same old pick in my hand.
When Jimi Hendrix and Richie Blackmore described their use of this pick, very technical,
they said they wouldn't be using a pick at all,
except for the fact that using nickel-plated steel strings files your thumbnail down,
what you would dig in with for fast leads or accent notes.
This small pick is so nice to palm or have between your fingers.
Yes, playing an electric guitar with one hand floating on the tremolo unit,
and the other hand palming and fingering the pick, might not look like a musical thing to do,
but it is, it really is, even in the general rock world of the general rock guitarist.
Now, using your feet to add notes or sounds, makes you progressive.
I won't type about that here, except for wah-wah pedal use.
It was Eric Clapton using one, that made it a truly general rock instrument.
That's because he just tapped his foot in time on it, nothing floppy at all.
It's hard to promote yourself, when nothing new musically is happening,
except for the fact that too much music is just technology, not live bands.
In fact, it's always hard to promote yourself.
I'm certain you're seeing that here.
What is new in the general rock world of John Watt, as if you need to ask.
A really nice guy, and a good guitarist, working at Thorold Music, in St. Catharines,
used his personal online to order me some guitar picks he found.
I was asking about ordering a gross from Fender, all I've done since 1970.
No music store I've ever been in, had Fender Heavy Thick picks for sale.
What's promotion worthy about these picks,
is the fact that this collection of 72 picks were bought in the seventies,
and are tortoise shell, what was an exotic addition for Fender guitars.
I've never seen a heavy thick in tortoise shell, and that's a great price.
The last box I ordered, I figured the picks cost me 35 cents each, getting 120, a gross.
Now I'm getting 72 for a little less, even if I would have paid more.
The email saying they came in came in today, so I'm heading there as soon as I can.
Picks and strings, can be sick and strange things, messing up your mind and music,
if you're changing them or using different ones all the time and on different instruments.
It's nice for me, not being about the guitar, but the same old pick in my hand.
When Jimi Hendrix and Richie Blackmore described their use of this pick, very technical,
they said they wouldn't be using a pick at all,
except for the fact that using nickel-plated steel strings files your thumbnail down,
what you would dig in with for fast leads or accent notes.
This small pick is so nice to palm or have between your fingers.
Yes, playing an electric guitar with one hand floating on the tremolo unit,
and the other hand palming and fingering the pick, might not look like a musical thing to do,
but it is, it really is, even in the general rock world of the general rock guitarist.
Now, using your feet to add notes or sounds, makes you progressive.
I won't type about that here, except for wah-wah pedal use.
It was Eric Clapton using one, that made it a truly general rock instrument.
That's because he just tapped his foot in time on it, nothing floppy at all.
John Watt
Member
A big part of being a general rock guitarist is seeing the fame of recording artists,
and the odd singer-songwriter, who usually thinks you should be paying him.
Yeah, singer-songwriters like to isolate themselves from the world of musicians,
just playing what they can play, recording what they can record,
just doing what they can do all by themselves, thinking royalties.
That kind of thinking usually leads to some music lessons, from someone,
just to help them get out and actually get up in front of people to sing and play.
Today, that's more about being on YouTube or any of the other uploading your music services.
So, as a general rock guitarist, I really don't care,
but out of respect for this symphonic-wonderful magle.dk domain,
I'm going to show some numbers for views, just so you know too.
G-string jam: 43 views
Play Misty 4 U: 34 views
Play Misty 4 U#2: 9 views
The Lost Chord Explained: 13 views
Sounding Country: 6 views
Hey! If you think me typing views after every number was dragging your cognizance down,
at least I didn't do the "likes" and "comments".
so... let's just relax, think about the Am formation that started this...
and jam on it a little... yeah... oh! oh! where's the phase shifter?
and the odd singer-songwriter, who usually thinks you should be paying him.
Yeah, singer-songwriters like to isolate themselves from the world of musicians,
just playing what they can play, recording what they can record,
just doing what they can do all by themselves, thinking royalties.
That kind of thinking usually leads to some music lessons, from someone,
just to help them get out and actually get up in front of people to sing and play.
Today, that's more about being on YouTube or any of the other uploading your music services.
So, as a general rock guitarist, I really don't care,
but out of respect for this symphonic-wonderful magle.dk domain,
I'm going to show some numbers for views, just so you know too.
G-string jam: 43 views
Play Misty 4 U: 34 views
Play Misty 4 U#2: 9 views
The Lost Chord Explained: 13 views
Sounding Country: 6 views
Hey! If you think me typing views after every number was dragging your cognizance down,
at least I didn't do the "likes" and "comments".
so... let's just relax, think about the Am formation that started this...
and jam on it a little... yeah... oh! oh! where's the phase shifter?
John Watt
Member
yeah, I'm having another general rock guitarist moment, or evening,
depending on your timings.
I had a nice, progressive rock find, "Dido live", that includes a bonus audio disc.
17 songs in the live concert, with another 12 as audio. $1, as new.
Dido is a nice example of some general rock musicians going astray,
not quite with the smell of a burning ashtray, but mellow enough to feel it.
Dido's brother was in a successful local band, call it alternative rock, even ragnaroking,
when Dido asked him to help her get her songs together, and she had massive global hits.
That's going to be on the big screen,
while I'm sitting on this lovely grey, deep shag carpet, with various weaves and threads,
making it feel like a short-hair buffalo hide, and for a truly jazzy moment,
it's so nice to scrape your fingernails around in it, as if I'm trying to scratch the skin.
It's a nice fingernail exercise, and sometimes I find a chocolate covered raisin or almond.
Okay, I found a inch and a half deck screw once, and some staples, yeah, popcorn too.
It was treated with a very expensive waterproofing,
and spilled pop just seems to be floating on top like a ripply pancake.
Used, from my friend Larry at the Flea Market, $20, IKEA, as new.
What's this got to do with being a general rock guitarist?
Am I telling you about the offer I got from a big government agency?
That sounds good, but...
that was just an employee showing me some heavy wooden framed boards,
two of them, saying I could have them for free if I want to,
or they'd be thrown out. I don't take charity, but everyone knows I recycle,
and resell. These are sellables. I'll be carrying them in the dark, heavy.
Right now, I'm building two guitar stands, decorative, from souvenir materials,
for when I finish my two lefties, both semi-solid-bodies.
It's a good thing Dido is always mellow, or she might make me blow a drill hole.
Somehow, using antique rose trellises from a historic building to build the guitar stands,
fits in with Dido and her music, and her inner package photos.
Wait... wait... this is an interactive concert... Dido... yes... this rose is for you,
oh... you took it... what a hollow graphic moment.
That's one great and wonderful thing about just being a general, or even progressive, rock guitarist.
No-one is ever going to make a holograph of me and use that onstage, for you.
You should come over for a visit, and let's jam.
Have you tried any local Mohawk recipes for the food that grows in the peninsula?
Nice! Don't need no spice! Herbs, brother, being sage, getting dilly with it, oh yeah...
Wild dill, over eight feet tall. Wild asparagus, like widespread bushes covered with spikes.
The water chestnuts and wild rice, all the berries, let's have some.
Here's Dido's first big hit, with almost 70,000,000 YouTube views.
Even the new economics, or the old global downturn, is a big hit here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TO48Cnl66w
depending on your timings.
I had a nice, progressive rock find, "Dido live", that includes a bonus audio disc.
17 songs in the live concert, with another 12 as audio. $1, as new.
Dido is a nice example of some general rock musicians going astray,
not quite with the smell of a burning ashtray, but mellow enough to feel it.
Dido's brother was in a successful local band, call it alternative rock, even ragnaroking,
when Dido asked him to help her get her songs together, and she had massive global hits.
That's going to be on the big screen,
while I'm sitting on this lovely grey, deep shag carpet, with various weaves and threads,
making it feel like a short-hair buffalo hide, and for a truly jazzy moment,
it's so nice to scrape your fingernails around in it, as if I'm trying to scratch the skin.
It's a nice fingernail exercise, and sometimes I find a chocolate covered raisin or almond.
Okay, I found a inch and a half deck screw once, and some staples, yeah, popcorn too.
It was treated with a very expensive waterproofing,
and spilled pop just seems to be floating on top like a ripply pancake.
Used, from my friend Larry at the Flea Market, $20, IKEA, as new.
What's this got to do with being a general rock guitarist?
Am I telling you about the offer I got from a big government agency?
That sounds good, but...
that was just an employee showing me some heavy wooden framed boards,
two of them, saying I could have them for free if I want to,
or they'd be thrown out. I don't take charity, but everyone knows I recycle,
and resell. These are sellables. I'll be carrying them in the dark, heavy.
Right now, I'm building two guitar stands, decorative, from souvenir materials,
for when I finish my two lefties, both semi-solid-bodies.
It's a good thing Dido is always mellow, or she might make me blow a drill hole.
Somehow, using antique rose trellises from a historic building to build the guitar stands,
fits in with Dido and her music, and her inner package photos.
Wait... wait... this is an interactive concert... Dido... yes... this rose is for you,
oh... you took it... what a hollow graphic moment.
That's one great and wonderful thing about just being a general, or even progressive, rock guitarist.
No-one is ever going to make a holograph of me and use that onstage, for you.
You should come over for a visit, and let's jam.
Have you tried any local Mohawk recipes for the food that grows in the peninsula?
Nice! Don't need no spice! Herbs, brother, being sage, getting dilly with it, oh yeah...
Wild dill, over eight feet tall. Wild asparagus, like widespread bushes covered with spikes.
The water chestnuts and wild rice, all the berries, let's have some.
Here's Dido's first big hit, with almost 70,000,000 YouTube views.
Even the new economics, or the old global downturn, is a big hit here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TO48Cnl66w
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John Watt
Member
yeah! I'm here to put the rumble in humble, oh yeah,
and that's not just because wrestling out-manned arena rockers in the nineties,
when wrestlers also had number one best-selling books in the United States.
That's reason enough to mix the artistic with the fistic.
Oh! A little onstage general rock guitar player move, just for you.
If you're playing up loud, your guitar feeling sensitive all over,
it's very nice, if you're playing a heavy beat fast song,
to just move your hip and let your guitar bang against it,
making the sound of whatever your fingers are doing.
This also frees up one hand to do whatever you want with that.
It's also a fun way to work your way around the dance floor.
And when it comes to picking on and hitting on your strings,
I've been using the same picks since 1970, just what Jimi and Ritchie said.
When I went to order some new ones, a nice employee at Thorold Music showed me something,
and that was online, where he found some, with a lower than retail price.
Here's the proof, for you picky people out there, and fretting fingers want to know.
If anyone can guess the number of picks I have,
or send me a sad lefty reply, I'll mail you one.
What? You're thinking this sounds fishy, even not very finny?
What do you call a fish with no eye? fsh
I would like to stress that although I am posting as a general rock guitarist,
my use of these picks, according the the Fender Corporation,
makes me a great guitarist, but I'll be open and honest,
the picks probably do now have more memory than me.
I'm getting too reactive, and it's unsettling, very unsettling.
Maybe I'm heading for a quickening, that happens.
unsettlingly yours, the man formerly known as John Watt.
and that's not just because wrestling out-manned arena rockers in the nineties,
when wrestlers also had number one best-selling books in the United States.
That's reason enough to mix the artistic with the fistic.
Oh! A little onstage general rock guitar player move, just for you.
If you're playing up loud, your guitar feeling sensitive all over,
it's very nice, if you're playing a heavy beat fast song,
to just move your hip and let your guitar bang against it,
making the sound of whatever your fingers are doing.
This also frees up one hand to do whatever you want with that.
It's also a fun way to work your way around the dance floor.
And when it comes to picking on and hitting on your strings,
I've been using the same picks since 1970, just what Jimi and Ritchie said.
When I went to order some new ones, a nice employee at Thorold Music showed me something,
and that was online, where he found some, with a lower than retail price.
Here's the proof, for you picky people out there, and fretting fingers want to know.
If anyone can guess the number of picks I have,
or send me a sad lefty reply, I'll mail you one.
What? You're thinking this sounds fishy, even not very finny?
What do you call a fish with no eye? fsh
I would like to stress that although I am posting as a general rock guitarist,
my use of these picks, according the the Fender Corporation,
makes me a great guitarist, but I'll be open and honest,
the picks probably do now have more memory than me.
I'm getting too reactive, and it's unsettling, very unsettling.
Maybe I'm heading for a quickening, that happens.
unsettlingly yours, the man formerly known as John Watt.
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John Watt
Member
Oh lord, it's so easy to fumble,
when all your fingers are moving every way,
it's so easy, just catching some trouble,
when your music inspires people to say,
oh lord, he's playing it reversed,
when the song goes the other way,
how can he turn around my guitar,
when I never thought that's how to play,
oh lord, when the humbled have to rumble,
your song is what gets to be heard,
oh lord, when my spirit is rising,
I love it, where they come from, those words.
when all your fingers are moving every way,
it's so easy, just catching some trouble,
when your music inspires people to say,
oh lord, he's playing it reversed,
when the song goes the other way,
how can he turn around my guitar,
when I never thought that's how to play,
oh lord, when the humbled have to rumble,
your song is what gets to be heard,
oh lord, when my spirit is rising,
I love it, where they come from, those words.
John Watt
Member
yowza, and the skirlin' hasn't even started, just yet.
When Scotsmen talk about playing bagpipes,
getting them skirlin' together is considered the highest level of playing,
and one of the most difficult things for a human being to do, musically.
I've never even had an opportunity to try,
even if I'm hitting it by myself by using feedback with lots of effects.
I might even have some sounds echoing around right now,
but I'm not sure. They're always there.
I thought I was keeping myself self-contained here, on my own threads.
It's Friday, and a Catholic holiday isn't my thing.
Oh... stuff it, said the sous chef,
as I dropped my turkey on his plate,
I won't put my hands in there,
because my left is taking my right out on a date.
aargh... the heckling us general rock guitarists have to endure,
until the front man takes the stage.
When Scotsmen talk about playing bagpipes,
getting them skirlin' together is considered the highest level of playing,
and one of the most difficult things for a human being to do, musically.
I've never even had an opportunity to try,
even if I'm hitting it by myself by using feedback with lots of effects.
I might even have some sounds echoing around right now,
but I'm not sure. They're always there.
I thought I was keeping myself self-contained here, on my own threads.
It's Friday, and a Catholic holiday isn't my thing.
Oh... stuff it, said the sous chef,
as I dropped my turkey on his plate,
I won't put my hands in there,
because my left is taking my right out on a date.
aargh... the heckling us general rock guitarists have to endure,
until the front man takes the stage.
John Watt
Member
font, fontal, fully fontal, fontfull, fontfullness, fontitude, fontiferous, fontinus,
but,
in the land of both Beatlemania and Trudeaumania,
I never, never came up with "fontamania".
I stand recused. Nice, very very nice.
---------------JHC----------------
Now I understand.
You've got to use a dehyphenated keyboard,
you're too keyed up.
Ever since I started typing Niagara-on-the-Lake, I've been into hyphens.
but,
in the land of both Beatlemania and Trudeaumania,
I never, never came up with "fontamania".
I stand recused. Nice, very very nice.
---------------JHC----------------
Now I understand.
You've got to use a dehyphenated keyboard,
you're too keyed up.
Ever since I started typing Niagara-on-the-Lake, I've been into hyphens.
JHC
Chief assistant to the assistant chief
Lord he a good kind of joker
As far as Scot jokers go
Its just that he keeps slurring crotchets
And playing the prestos too slow
I have tried to get him to move it
But he just won’t listen to me
Could you just give him a nudge lord?
Towards Beethoven’s 5[SUP]th[/SUP] symphony.
I know he can be pretty stubborn
Its due to that highlander blood
Could you just puncture an artery
Let it drip on the floor thud thud thud
He is great Lord when playing the geeetar
He is really quite good on a drum
But he still plays the presto too slow Lord
He needs a quick kick in the bum
Oh Lord he says I’m in trouble
For high jacking his wonderful thread
I was only trying to help Lord
But his plectrum is made out of lead…
Now I don’t want to push my good luck Lord
I’ve said way too much as it is
I’ll retire to my own little corner
And open a bottle of fizz.
Fine-end-finish-no more
As far as Scot jokers go
Its just that he keeps slurring crotchets
And playing the prestos too slow
I have tried to get him to move it
But he just won’t listen to me
Could you just give him a nudge lord?
Towards Beethoven’s 5[SUP]th[/SUP] symphony.
I know he can be pretty stubborn
Its due to that highlander blood
Could you just puncture an artery
Let it drip on the floor thud thud thud
He is great Lord when playing the geeetar
He is really quite good on a drum
But he still plays the presto too slow Lord
He needs a quick kick in the bum
Oh Lord he says I’m in trouble
For high jacking his wonderful thread
I was only trying to help Lord
But his plectrum is made out of lead…
Now I don’t want to push my good luck Lord
I’ve said way too much as it is
I’ll retire to my own little corner
And open a bottle of fizz.
Fine-end-finish-no more
John Watt
Member
I can't see, from this overseas lowland,
your offshore self, who is slightly mocking me.
And the thud thud thud I hear,
is probably your distant bass,
over the ocean, a current to carry me.
Turn out your lamp-light, and sit outside to see,
if I can keep riffing off, this George Benson jazz CD.
For if I do, and keep the song in mind,
it won't be at your knee, or my bum kicked from behind.
We can keep the lights on, tonight, if the stars don't shine our way,
but you don't have those rows of silver frets, guiding me as I play.
Those silver and shining fingers, of coins gathered in the cracks,
are one of the big reasons, to the Falls, I keep coming back.
When I pick one from New Zealand, and steal your wish from you,
your Niagara Peninsula desire, about me will come true.
You will see my fingers, and my silver shining frets,
and when I'm saying presto, it's my Houdini Museum signs I don't forget.
You seem a little al dente, because your typing sticks to me,
and if I ever visit your highlands, it's you I'll be coming to see.
your offshore self, who is slightly mocking me.
And the thud thud thud I hear,
is probably your distant bass,
over the ocean, a current to carry me.
Turn out your lamp-light, and sit outside to see,
if I can keep riffing off, this George Benson jazz CD.
For if I do, and keep the song in mind,
it won't be at your knee, or my bum kicked from behind.
We can keep the lights on, tonight, if the stars don't shine our way,
but you don't have those rows of silver frets, guiding me as I play.
Those silver and shining fingers, of coins gathered in the cracks,
are one of the big reasons, to the Falls, I keep coming back.
When I pick one from New Zealand, and steal your wish from you,
your Niagara Peninsula desire, about me will come true.
You will see my fingers, and my silver shining frets,
and when I'm saying presto, it's my Houdini Museum signs I don't forget.
You seem a little al dente, because your typing sticks to me,
and if I ever visit your highlands, it's you I'll be coming to see.
John Watt
Member
You know your name, you know your daddy, did he teach you, how to pick like me?
Did he take, your left hand, and show you how to play, when your riffs run high?
I really want to tell you, I really love to show... it's a time of the fretboard...
when your left is really right...
yeah, sometimes general rock guitarists have to settle for seconds,
even if online makes it look like something new, and this is Toronto.
I typed guitars, and look what I saw, you can visit,
to search for what you want to be... playin'man, jus'groovin' with it, all night.
https://www.auctionmaxx.com/
Did he take, your left hand, and show you how to play, when your riffs run high?
I really want to tell you, I really love to show... it's a time of the fretboard...
when your left is really right...
yeah, sometimes general rock guitarists have to settle for seconds,
even if online makes it look like something new, and this is Toronto.
I typed guitars, and look what I saw, you can visit,
to search for what you want to be... playin'man, jus'groovin' with it, all night.
https://www.auctionmaxx.com/
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John Watt
Member
When I was playing the acoustic with just my fingers, trying to play a Stevie Ray Vaughn riff,
it just didn't happen. This should be an improvement, using a pick.
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ObKN4snt64Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
I saw EMBED and clicked it, and this is the cut and paste.
Here's the web address.
More than any playing or display of equipment,
being able to embed a video so it is here for you to watch,
would really be the next step in making this thread more viewable.
Yes, I'm thinking about you viewbees.
EDIT: The reason I picked and picked this Stevie Ray Vaughn riff,
is because it's the only two note lead guitar I can think of him playing.
When he came out with "Little Wing", being promoted as being the next Jimi Hendrix,
a lot of younger guitarists were playing that for me, and he was just one note leads,
doing a chunky rhythm, nothing orchestral.
I can see him coming to New York City to record with Billy Joel,
with session pros leading him into a more expansive style of playing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObKN4snt64Y
it just didn't happen. This should be an improvement, using a pick.
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ObKN4snt64Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
I saw EMBED and clicked it, and this is the cut and paste.
Here's the web address.
More than any playing or display of equipment,
being able to embed a video so it is here for you to watch,
would really be the next step in making this thread more viewable.
Yes, I'm thinking about you viewbees.
EDIT: The reason I picked and picked this Stevie Ray Vaughn riff,
is because it's the only two note lead guitar I can think of him playing.
When he came out with "Little Wing", being promoted as being the next Jimi Hendrix,
a lot of younger guitarists were playing that for me, and he was just one note leads,
doing a chunky rhythm, nothing orchestral.
I can see him coming to New York City to record with Billy Joel,
with session pros leading him into a more expansive style of playing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObKN4snt64Y
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John Watt
Member
Yes, I couldn't put myself to bed, and embed, so I'm trying again, being very trying.
This is a better shot at some double note trouble,
picking off that last video by doing a better version, not that it's all there.
I'm not an acoustic guitarist. I hope Willie Nelson isn't watching.
He'll blame me for, not necessarily making him higher,
but playing something where he can't possibly aspire.
Lefties gotta do what's left over.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VT8dXTMdbsc&feature=youtu.be
This is a better shot at some double note trouble,
picking off that last video by doing a better version, not that it's all there.
I'm not an acoustic guitarist. I hope Willie Nelson isn't watching.
He'll blame me for, not necessarily making him higher,
but playing something where he can't possibly aspire.
Lefties gotta do what's left over.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VT8dXTMdbsc&feature=youtu.be
John Watt
Member
It is Friday night, and I still feel like putting on a show.
These scans illustrate my existence as an electric guitar player.
That's my mother in her choir gown, the lead soprano of the adult choir.
She talked about untold generations of our ancestors, non-smokers, non-drinkers,
being Hay, an ancient clan, being Sons and Daughters of the Gael, speaking Gaelic.
She was a wild and beautiful singer, and knew how to move around.
My parents waited until a Highland Reverend came to Canada to marry them,
and then they waited another year to have me, by natural child birth.
I was a month overdue... yeah... looking out my belly button window...
People still talk about her, from the last world war.
When she was working at the Cotton Mill, she went out to give water to German prisoners,
who were sitting in railroad box car.
When she was told she would be fired, she said it was her lunch and kept doing it.
One of those soldiers became a neighbour, and I made signs for the new Club Heidehof.
That's me with my '64 Stratocaster, using my Dad's hacksaw to cut the upper cutaway,
for easier upper fret access. The tremolo arm isn't there, still not used to it.
They took me home to get my stuff, because bands at an all-day band contest backed out,
if they thought other bands were playing the same songs better.
We were jamming to fill in, and I was asked to play along with the pro band hired to end.
The local newspaper used this photo of me for the article.
A member of our local M.P,'s family, a Forster, crumpled this up. I don't do their drugs.
That's Bill Nitransky, who started the music festival, and the Stratocaster receipt.
That's right, I saw Jimi Hendrix and had a Strat and Marshall with effects,
for over five months, before Jimi passed away...
Building lefties, using the left-handed tremolo units I ordered from Fender,
became this guitar, more about having pickups and electronics to try and combine.
That's 1958 Les Paul Humbucker pickups, and 1964 Stratocaster pickups,
wired as both guitars, with any combination, and then DiMarzios worked better.
DiMarzios weren't hand wired like Gibson and Fender, and suddenly, two pickups phased.
Their "Fat Strats", Fender clones, were a little louder, bringing them up to a Humbucker mix.
When I took out the on-board pre-amp and battery, it created a new acoustic phenomena,
however slight, and that's what I've been increasing with new bodies ever since.
This photo, by professional Port Dalhousie photographer Jo Jones,
was for their festival, and they gave me a name tag, as an organizer,
but I just used my portable amp and jammed all afternoon with different buskers.
Don't worry, I got back in time for the big buffet.
I was losing interest in this guitar, and started carving it, just to look good from offstage.
When I accidentally cut through to the 9-volt battery chamber, the acoustic phenomena grew.
I had more notes, but as I tried to even them out I lost most of them.
It was better to join both the St. Catharines Musicians Association,
and the Niagara Falls local. It cost more to pay travelling dues, and that's all I was doing.
Jimi? Elvin Jones? McCoy Tyner? John Coltrane? George Benson? Herbie Mann? Beethoven? The Ventures?
oh yeah, I carried this photo of Nicolo Paganini in my wallet, with my Jimi ticket stub.
Nicolo made a lot of royalty and Vatican authorities angry, bad for his career,
because he kept leaving to stand on street corners and play all afternoon,
not for free, but to be free. His high harmonics became my semi-solid-body harmonics.
It took an INCO engineer, using a 20" vertical saw, to cut famous Port Colborne maple,
into the one-piece, matched tops, that became the first semi-solid-body guitars.
These scans illustrate my existence as an electric guitar player.
That's my mother in her choir gown, the lead soprano of the adult choir.
She talked about untold generations of our ancestors, non-smokers, non-drinkers,
being Hay, an ancient clan, being Sons and Daughters of the Gael, speaking Gaelic.
She was a wild and beautiful singer, and knew how to move around.
My parents waited until a Highland Reverend came to Canada to marry them,
and then they waited another year to have me, by natural child birth.
I was a month overdue... yeah... looking out my belly button window...
People still talk about her, from the last world war.
When she was working at the Cotton Mill, she went out to give water to German prisoners,
who were sitting in railroad box car.
When she was told she would be fired, she said it was her lunch and kept doing it.
One of those soldiers became a neighbour, and I made signs for the new Club Heidehof.
That's me with my '64 Stratocaster, using my Dad's hacksaw to cut the upper cutaway,
for easier upper fret access. The tremolo arm isn't there, still not used to it.
They took me home to get my stuff, because bands at an all-day band contest backed out,
if they thought other bands were playing the same songs better.
We were jamming to fill in, and I was asked to play along with the pro band hired to end.
The local newspaper used this photo of me for the article.
A member of our local M.P,'s family, a Forster, crumpled this up. I don't do their drugs.
That's Bill Nitransky, who started the music festival, and the Stratocaster receipt.
That's right, I saw Jimi Hendrix and had a Strat and Marshall with effects,
for over five months, before Jimi passed away...
Building lefties, using the left-handed tremolo units I ordered from Fender,
became this guitar, more about having pickups and electronics to try and combine.
That's 1958 Les Paul Humbucker pickups, and 1964 Stratocaster pickups,
wired as both guitars, with any combination, and then DiMarzios worked better.
DiMarzios weren't hand wired like Gibson and Fender, and suddenly, two pickups phased.
Their "Fat Strats", Fender clones, were a little louder, bringing them up to a Humbucker mix.
When I took out the on-board pre-amp and battery, it created a new acoustic phenomena,
however slight, and that's what I've been increasing with new bodies ever since.
This photo, by professional Port Dalhousie photographer Jo Jones,
was for their festival, and they gave me a name tag, as an organizer,
but I just used my portable amp and jammed all afternoon with different buskers.
Don't worry, I got back in time for the big buffet.
I was losing interest in this guitar, and started carving it, just to look good from offstage.
When I accidentally cut through to the 9-volt battery chamber, the acoustic phenomena grew.
I had more notes, but as I tried to even them out I lost most of them.
It was better to join both the St. Catharines Musicians Association,
and the Niagara Falls local. It cost more to pay travelling dues, and that's all I was doing.
Jimi? Elvin Jones? McCoy Tyner? John Coltrane? George Benson? Herbie Mann? Beethoven? The Ventures?
oh yeah, I carried this photo of Nicolo Paganini in my wallet, with my Jimi ticket stub.
Nicolo made a lot of royalty and Vatican authorities angry, bad for his career,
because he kept leaving to stand on street corners and play all afternoon,
not for free, but to be free. His high harmonics became my semi-solid-body harmonics.
It took an INCO engineer, using a 20" vertical saw, to cut famous Port Colborne maple,
into the one-piece, matched tops, that became the first semi-solid-body guitars.
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JHC
Chief assistant to the assistant chief
Talking Unions I had to join the "Musicians Union" when I was in the UK and it was well worth it as once you were on their books you were offered stand in jobs at the week end and the pay was pretty good, OK I know it is not very interesting but I thought I would mention it.
John Watt
Member
This continues my guitar existence with the realities of being a general rock guitarist.
Even if the criminals that dominate Welland wouldn't let the newspaper use me any more,
the St. Catharines Standard invited me to a big big company picnic,
at the new Lake Ontario shore park, and mentioned me in their monthly newsletter.
Could that be because they knew I was being drugged and raped in Welland,
as a mayoral candidate, who was thrown in mental institutions during elections?
Probably. I was living with a journalism honours graduate of Carleton University,
the first female reporter to cover the police crime beat.
That's one of my favorite Jimi Hendrix t-shirts, and I was posing with the bar-b-que.
They had such a wonderful fruit and dessert buffet, that's all I ate.
And no, I didn't do the water-slide with my Strat Strap-locked on.
A few ticket stubs, talking with McCoy Tyner for twenty minutes between sets.
I'm not a mean person, but when other nasties are the ones, on the other side,
of that velvet rope, and I'm walking by to go backstage at the DuMaurier Jazz Festival,
in Toronto, driving around with uh, with uh, yeah... in the Mercedes limo, from the States,
getting out in front of the venue was even better. And the fruit and juice buffet,
the jamming in the executive suite until seven in the morning...
I was Tony, going to the huge, annual Sysco Food System convention, with a sign customer.
That was fabulous, every supplier having samples, from shrimp to shish-ka-bobs,
with every kind of new portable or interior kitchen cooking to demonstrate.
I got cards from corporate Pepsi in Toronto, other big suppliers, a real loud party...
but it got quiet, people started crying...
the word got around, the last cannery in Canada, the big St. David's cannery,
in the middle of all the orchards in the Niagara Peninsula, was closing.
Now our juices come from Chinese concentrates.
Sunsplash! I played with Drastic Measures, from Dominique,
winners of the Toronto Caribana Best Parade Band Prize,
and one of their Niagara Falls restaurant owner friends invited me to his Sunsplash.
It even sounds too cliche for me, hearing rock stars thanking the fans for making them famous.
This is better. This poem was written by a Niagara College student who heard me jamming,
and when I saw her again she gave me this. We both felt the same way.
These are the second pieces of wood to build my second semi-solid body,
a little different, having a Canadian maple neck custom made,
but just being a Stratocaster copy, full scale, with 21 frets.
This isn't part of this show, but is my life right now, staying in to finish these guitars.
I was told this afternoon that my rent hasn't been paid for seven months,
and they want to evict me. That would be four times in under ten years.
That's why I'm here, putting on a show, because there might be no'mo.
Even if the criminals that dominate Welland wouldn't let the newspaper use me any more,
the St. Catharines Standard invited me to a big big company picnic,
at the new Lake Ontario shore park, and mentioned me in their monthly newsletter.
Could that be because they knew I was being drugged and raped in Welland,
as a mayoral candidate, who was thrown in mental institutions during elections?
Probably. I was living with a journalism honours graduate of Carleton University,
the first female reporter to cover the police crime beat.
That's one of my favorite Jimi Hendrix t-shirts, and I was posing with the bar-b-que.
They had such a wonderful fruit and dessert buffet, that's all I ate.
And no, I didn't do the water-slide with my Strat Strap-locked on.
A few ticket stubs, talking with McCoy Tyner for twenty minutes between sets.
I'm not a mean person, but when other nasties are the ones, on the other side,
of that velvet rope, and I'm walking by to go backstage at the DuMaurier Jazz Festival,
in Toronto, driving around with uh, with uh, yeah... in the Mercedes limo, from the States,
getting out in front of the venue was even better. And the fruit and juice buffet,
the jamming in the executive suite until seven in the morning...
I was Tony, going to the huge, annual Sysco Food System convention, with a sign customer.
That was fabulous, every supplier having samples, from shrimp to shish-ka-bobs,
with every kind of new portable or interior kitchen cooking to demonstrate.
I got cards from corporate Pepsi in Toronto, other big suppliers, a real loud party...
but it got quiet, people started crying...
the word got around, the last cannery in Canada, the big St. David's cannery,
in the middle of all the orchards in the Niagara Peninsula, was closing.
Now our juices come from Chinese concentrates.
Sunsplash! I played with Drastic Measures, from Dominique,
winners of the Toronto Caribana Best Parade Band Prize,
and one of their Niagara Falls restaurant owner friends invited me to his Sunsplash.
It even sounds too cliche for me, hearing rock stars thanking the fans for making them famous.
This is better. This poem was written by a Niagara College student who heard me jamming,
and when I saw her again she gave me this. We both felt the same way.
These are the second pieces of wood to build my second semi-solid body,
a little different, having a Canadian maple neck custom made,
but just being a Stratocaster copy, full scale, with 21 frets.
This isn't part of this show, but is my life right now, staying in to finish these guitars.
I was told this afternoon that my rent hasn't been paid for seven months,
and they want to evict me. That would be four times in under ten years.
That's why I'm here, putting on a show, because there might be no'mo.