John Watt
Member
Oh yeah! Looking at myself online is still as much of a new me as past behavior.
Beginning in 1979, I was sponsored in a Toronto residence by Professor John McCallum,
Electronics at York University. He took off for a year to go to the University of Hong Kong,
to build their online and write their curriculum.
At the time there were three universities in Toronto wired up to the American information highway,
and that cost them each $50,000 a year. I also got over my video game addiction in 1980.
When I quit playing guitar in Toronto and moved back home, people didn't understand online or computers.
If you haven't read "The Medium is the Message" or "Global Village" by Professor Marshall McCluhan, you should.
His understandings of human nature, our evolution as societies, and the effects of the computer age,
could be a couple of chapters in The New Testament of the Third Millennium.
The cherry Strat got a huge workout this afternoon, in a way it never could before.
A local bandleader, and when I say local he lives less than a ten minute walk away,
came on to me at the library, saying he heard I had a guitar I could plug in and play.
When we jammed and tried some tunes this afternoon, I was using an amp he had.
It had presets to sound like different amp systems, and he changed them from song to song,
or crank it up so I could wind out with distortion and feedback.
That 1972 DiMarzio P.A.F. Humbucker was as expressive as it ever was,
and considering I play the way I sound,
I was picking away in a variety of ways I never got to use through one amp before.
His backyard slopes down to the old canal, now a recreational canal.
Jeff Healey played one of his last concerts on guitar at the park across the canal,
so when I was asked if there was a tune I wanted to try,
I said "While My Guitar Gently Weeps", a song he did.
Jeff Healey is blind and plays with his guitar on his lap and reaches over the neck to pull down the high strings,
being famous for giving his audience deep bends...
I reach up to pull the strings down, being able to do the same thing.
And where Eric Clapton was playing one note, I was doing a minimum two.
When other musicians walk over to get a close look to see how I'm playing,
I know I'm doing okay. The bandleader said I was on a higher level.
I feel that way typing here.
I'm going the change the embroidered maple leaf to my own artwork,
and make some different sizes of stencils and use foam to make little maple leaves,
around the edge of the guitar like a flock of birds trailing in the sky.
That will help to break up all the green of the pick-guard.
The first thing the bandleader said was the guitar looks better than the photos. Nice!
Beginning in 1979, I was sponsored in a Toronto residence by Professor John McCallum,
Electronics at York University. He took off for a year to go to the University of Hong Kong,
to build their online and write their curriculum.
At the time there were three universities in Toronto wired up to the American information highway,
and that cost them each $50,000 a year. I also got over my video game addiction in 1980.
When I quit playing guitar in Toronto and moved back home, people didn't understand online or computers.
If you haven't read "The Medium is the Message" or "Global Village" by Professor Marshall McCluhan, you should.
His understandings of human nature, our evolution as societies, and the effects of the computer age,
could be a couple of chapters in The New Testament of the Third Millennium.
The cherry Strat got a huge workout this afternoon, in a way it never could before.
A local bandleader, and when I say local he lives less than a ten minute walk away,
came on to me at the library, saying he heard I had a guitar I could plug in and play.
When we jammed and tried some tunes this afternoon, I was using an amp he had.
It had presets to sound like different amp systems, and he changed them from song to song,
or crank it up so I could wind out with distortion and feedback.
That 1972 DiMarzio P.A.F. Humbucker was as expressive as it ever was,
and considering I play the way I sound,
I was picking away in a variety of ways I never got to use through one amp before.
His backyard slopes down to the old canal, now a recreational canal.
Jeff Healey played one of his last concerts on guitar at the park across the canal,
so when I was asked if there was a tune I wanted to try,
I said "While My Guitar Gently Weeps", a song he did.
Jeff Healey is blind and plays with his guitar on his lap and reaches over the neck to pull down the high strings,
being famous for giving his audience deep bends...
I reach up to pull the strings down, being able to do the same thing.
And where Eric Clapton was playing one note, I was doing a minimum two.
When other musicians walk over to get a close look to see how I'm playing,
I know I'm doing okay. The bandleader said I was on a higher level.
I feel that way typing here.
I'm going the change the embroidered maple leaf to my own artwork,
and make some different sizes of stencils and use foam to make little maple leaves,
around the edge of the guitar like a flock of birds trailing in the sky.
That will help to break up all the green of the pick-guard.
The first thing the bandleader said was the guitar looks better than the photos. Nice!