You can be musically tight as a band, as Tom Petty and his well-respected band is.
But what you get tight about sometimes can be a lifestyle decision.
After almost a lifetime of playing music full time all those guys should be up there with Mr. George Benson,
for example.
I catch a lot of flack for talking about a local legend, Gordon Lightfoot, that way.
Just because he can get it together to get out and stand onstage, with help,
isn't something I want to celebrate, considering his lifestyle choices led to that.
I'm just typing that so you know it's just not a Tom Petty thing.
What do people tell me, other than you're right and you're still alive and thrillin', not illin'.
That's because, the music I was listening to, was me. I went to an art festival in the downtown park and a guitarist didn't show up for an amphitheatre gig, and I was asked to play. Over an hour onstage.
I'll get technical, for magle.dk. Sitting down with a right-handed Stratocaster clone, when I'm left-handed, a beautiful guitar, and a digital amp with built in effects and pre-amp selections, I set it up one quarter treble, mids on half and bass on three quarters, the pre-amp on three and the main on full, a 100 watt Marshall, Jimi style setting, all the feedback, playing with the guitar on full. Starting off Rebel Yell by Billy Idol, I used my fingers on the frets to hits the notes that are the keyboard intro, banging the guitar in time instead of picking the strings, getting that synth-type sound happening. Letting that reverberate, I started picking hard on the Bm like the raunchy guitar. During the solo, waving the guitar around as much as I could, putting it on the stage to play it laying down, I picked it up and just let my finger cover the strings, moving up the fretboard. As soon as the feedback picked up a frequency, I'd push the tremolo down to depress the pitch and lower the feedback, doing that, looking like I'm sliding my finger up and down the neck. This sounded like birds or something going "whoo, whoo", some people onstage looking around and up to see where that was coming from.
That made me feel good. And I like Rebel Yell, one of the few songs where the singer is asking his angel to get up off the floor and go to 7-11 to buy him more cigarettes. Last night a little angel came dancing to my door, wanting bass lessons.