Jennifer Batten - best two hand tapping ever heard when she did the flight of the bumblebee. Wow!
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Edit: Can't seem to get youtube link to work - you may have to copy and paste it yourself!
Jennifer Batten - best two hand tapping ever heard when she did the flight of the bumblebee. Wow!
[youtube]LZBuzbe9xCo[/youtube]
Edit: Can't seem to get youtube link to work - you may have to copy and paste it yourself!
Lifes Just one big ride - buckle up or hang on
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Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons....... - Honore de Balzac
Born there, but raised here.
How so? It's not often you associate one of the most amazing guitarists with small town NZ.
"It would be spiteful, to put jellyfish in a trifle."\m/ o.o \m/
Personally I have a great appreciation for Mark Knopfler - he can play fast (albeit not shredder-like-fast), it's nearly always very melodic and he doesn't use a pick. That aside he's both a great compose and a great lyricist - the wit in most of his lyrics is mindblowing.
Jennifer Batten rocks - no doubt about it.unk:
It is preferential to refrain from the utilisation of grandiose verbiage in the circumstance that your intellectualisation can be expressed using comparatively simplistic lexicological entities. (...such as the word fuck.)
Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
The Great Kat
Far out. I stand corrected. Interesting. I spent a lot of time in Masterton - lived there for a few years, and played with a number of guys who came from there - same musical genre too - and I never met or heard of Sam until Dragonforce.
The 'rapa has a habit of breeding a few fast guys though - a certain ex-Superbike racer comes to mind too.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Maybe it's just a case of 'there's nothing else to do, so just practice, practice, practice'.
"It would be spiteful, to put jellyfish in a trifle."\m/ o.o \m/
It is preferential to refrain from the utilisation of grandiose verbiage in the circumstance that your intellectualisation can be expressed using comparatively simplistic lexicological entities. (...such as the word fuck.)
Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
Phoebe, from 'Friends'.
Smelly Cat is a modern classic.
...she took the KT, and left me the Buell to ride....(Blues Brothers)
Dunno, it's really the nature vs nurture debate all over again.
I'm not sure if I really believe in "talent" some people are good at things because they practice a lot, others don't have the discipline to stick it iout to become good at it.
People with good hand-eye co-ordination probably picked it up while they were young, and it's served them well into later life.
Interesting debate though.
"It would be spiteful, to put jellyfish in a trifle."\m/ o.o \m/
You a player Hubba Gubba? I've been playing guitar since 1974.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Unfortunately not, I fall into the "too lazy to practice column"
I bought a Guitar and Amp (Remember Head Like A Hole? It's Booger Beazley's old guitar, as seen in the "I'm On Fire" video) A mate has promised to teach me, i've just got to take him up on it now.
Huge respect for the people that can work the magic on the frets though.
"It would be spiteful, to put jellyfish in a trifle."\m/ o.o \m/
Yeah, I remember HLAH. We used to share practice rooms with them and Shihad back in the day. Haven't seen the HLAH boys in yonks - last I saw Mark he was doing live sound work.
Here's a thread I created previously regarding some old tunes of mine.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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