Tommy White wrote:In a research project on the inet, I happened upon this Steel Guitar Forum thread.
(Now, this isn't supposed to cast aspersions on Bill H., because this isn't what he was doing, he was enlivening the state.) But...
I guess you could call my previous post using the forum for a hankey.
I think I'm about over my cold. Oops.. another sneeze coming..
By now this topic is a community of about four; you can say almost anything with impunity, as long as one is being nice.
The guidelines I've learned today are that all you have to do is quote somebody about steel guitar; and consider feelings.
This calls for music.
Rick Schmidt, The Way I Am
I do some forum research, and have encountered many interesting conversations including about Emmons new (10 yrs ago)
pedal setup (without a C pedal) that I'm still looking for. Splitting the C in two, exactly like the original pedal--
the equivalent of splitting the atom again, paring the copedent down to its most basic parts, deconstructing, it's happening.
BE was still messing with it 10 years ago, and more and more kids and amateurs will try new things, can't be stopped.
I happen to think Mr. White has it right, and I'd say the proof is in the pudding--the playing. The relative locations of his pedals
and his E and F levers... if you could only see the beauty of geometry when it meets its match in nomenclature and body logic.
And all because Buddy didn't know his left from his right and Jimmy knew his alphabet. Notice how I'm talking
about 'these guys'
as if they were my close personal friends? Why, anybody here I'll buy you a coke if they couldn't be and you're still reading this.
You will always find the insurgents on the back streets of the virtual town; I'm a recruiter.
However, both men have attained a great degree of mastery (and I say 'great' only because it has
a semi-alliterative effect on 'degree') regardless of their pedals, hemispherical dominance or relative cool.
I mean, do you talk about people when you're not talking to them, or when you are? I'll bet not; time I told Dave Brubeck
that he was my hero as a boy, he looked down from 7' hi to me at 3' and didn't say a word, just went back to listening
to the orchestra. No, you wouldn't be saying anything to those guys that you would be saying to someone else.
Or the time I asked Bill Golden if he was with the Clair Brothers. We had just opened for the Oaks (monitors!);
guess I didn't stay for the show. (I was in the dressing room signing an autograph(!).
I personally would like to praise Dick Wood on this forum, but I wouldn't want to embarass either him or me.
Em bare ass. ('Don't 'em bare ass' me if you don't mind, I've seen enough bare asses in my time.')
Every cat I've mentioned here could dig Rick Schmidt as well as they all dig each other.
Of praise.. Lao 'Buddy' Tzu would say, consider the lesser player, number 4: how does he feel?
All that praise.. is that what makes those cats good, like it's prayer?
I'll admit, there was a moment when I thought the video tape speeded up White was picking so quick it couldn't be possible--
but naw, it's their senses of humor--the way he smiles when he's done, looks at the camera, the way he treats us directly,
a directness of communication, the same way as Buddy recruited bystanders on 'Four Five Times..',
I mean, I could see that he has a gap in his front teeth just like me he was smiling so big.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzvT96Iddjc
We say we praise gods, and we praise humans, the good ones. The good ones return the favor.
When you're good, there is no better. Beyond good, there is no great.
chris ivey wrote:
too much.