Wednesday, July 13th, 2011

A rather well known musician friend of mine remarked recently that, when I’m playing solo acoustic gigs, as opposed to slinging an electric guitar with my band, V1, I appear to be somewhat constrained. That might be the case, as I’m not interested in blowing out the room with an acoustic guitar in my hands. But I would argue that my acoustic gigs allow me to go to sonic places not afforded me when I’m in a rock band context. I have the freedom to adjust to the room, as the crowd or the mood changes, and can explore very small, quiet landscapes, then bloom into more intensity when the moment is right. While I don’t consider myself a folk musician per se, I can strip down the song to a simple guitar part and allow the lyrics and my singing to carry the song. When the crowd is truly listening, and we find ourselves on the same wavelength, I’m extended the grace of being able to deliver the songs in the same way that my wife gets to hear them late at night when I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, softly pulling the notes out and letting the music breathe. And it’s at those times that I remember why I so dearly love to play guitar and sing the words that have so much meaning to me. That is what I want to share— that love.
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