Post by Sean Corkum on Oct 28, 2008 23:19:04 GMT -8
[shadow=red,left,300]Playing guitar at school[/shadow]
Yeah, that's right. That might sound a little odd.
But Danny I know you gotta remember this, and maybe a few other people who went to SHS will too.
But back starting like my freshman year (that would the 2004-2005 school year), when I was this absolute little guitar n00b, I starting bringing my BC Rich Bronze Warlock and my little 15 watt Crate. We'd plug that bitch up out in the Frosh/Soph locker bay and crank it. At lunch we'd go jam in the theater/music band hall, whatev.
I totally remember back in those early days that we'd all go chillax in the locker bay and pass the guitar around and we'd all dink around. If I recall Danny you busted out Iron Man on it one day, Mr. Austin Taylor busted out the Art of Shredding by Pantera one day if I recall, I remember Austin going "dude your fuckin guitar doesn't stay in tune worth shit! You're not stringing it right!"
Actually I think that's when I learned how to properly string an electric. Kudos to that dude.
Anyways. I totally remember all of us dudes from SHS chilling out in that locker bay, banging around on this shitty little guitar and this shitty little amp with it's totally terrible tone . . . and man we all had the funnest times of our lives. Just dinking around and jamming. Nobody showed other people up. Everybody was all really supportive of each other.
I remember being this terrible little guitar kid that everybody was like "oh hey it's all good man."
. . . and then My Soph year rolled 'round, Stephen Clem and I got super pissed at Austin and Danny one day because we were 16, thought we were such hot shit and people should appreciate our music more . . . (damn 16 was a real @$$h0l3 stage for me, eh?) and yeah. Effectively ruined that vibe. W00t us.
Back to the original point.
I look back on those early times as super fond memories. To me that was awesome. It was more about hey awesome this dude is playing music, hey we can all play something, instead of how good somebody was. Yeah the better players got mad respect (Austin, oh man. I remember talking about the amp catching fire and exploding and all this cheesy shit as you were shredding. Such an 80's reference) but it wasn't about how much better they were. It was just respect. And a bit of reverence, I suppose. But not like this super big competition to see who could be better than the other people.
I don't know where I'm going with this. I've been up since 7:30, trained at GC from 10-1 and then Walgreen'd it up from 3:30-10:45.
Point being- this is my memory of the scene back in the day.
Yeah, that's right. That might sound a little odd.
But Danny I know you gotta remember this, and maybe a few other people who went to SHS will too.
But back starting like my freshman year (that would the 2004-2005 school year), when I was this absolute little guitar n00b, I starting bringing my BC Rich Bronze Warlock and my little 15 watt Crate. We'd plug that bitch up out in the Frosh/Soph locker bay and crank it. At lunch we'd go jam in the theater/music band hall, whatev.
I totally remember back in those early days that we'd all go chillax in the locker bay and pass the guitar around and we'd all dink around. If I recall Danny you busted out Iron Man on it one day, Mr. Austin Taylor busted out the Art of Shredding by Pantera one day if I recall, I remember Austin going "dude your fuckin guitar doesn't stay in tune worth shit! You're not stringing it right!"
Actually I think that's when I learned how to properly string an electric. Kudos to that dude.
Anyways. I totally remember all of us dudes from SHS chilling out in that locker bay, banging around on this shitty little guitar and this shitty little amp with it's totally terrible tone . . . and man we all had the funnest times of our lives. Just dinking around and jamming. Nobody showed other people up. Everybody was all really supportive of each other.
I remember being this terrible little guitar kid that everybody was like "oh hey it's all good man."
. . . and then My Soph year rolled 'round, Stephen Clem and I got super pissed at Austin and Danny one day because we were 16, thought we were such hot shit and people should appreciate our music more . . . (damn 16 was a real @$$h0l3 stage for me, eh?) and yeah. Effectively ruined that vibe. W00t us.
Back to the original point.
I look back on those early times as super fond memories. To me that was awesome. It was more about hey awesome this dude is playing music, hey we can all play something, instead of how good somebody was. Yeah the better players got mad respect (Austin, oh man. I remember talking about the amp catching fire and exploding and all this cheesy shit as you were shredding. Such an 80's reference) but it wasn't about how much better they were. It was just respect. And a bit of reverence, I suppose. But not like this super big competition to see who could be better than the other people.
I don't know where I'm going with this. I've been up since 7:30, trained at GC from 10-1 and then Walgreen'd it up from 3:30-10:45.
Point being- this is my memory of the scene back in the day.