Here is a question for all of you, ARE YOU better than B.B king?
Here is a chart to follow in determining that
Level 1: JUST PLAYS PENTATONIC SCALE ( B.B level)
Level 2: PENTATONIC SCALE PLUS KNOWLEDGE OF PLAYING CHORDS
If you are at level 2, GUESS WHAT, you are better than B.B king NO SHIT. ACCEPT what you know to be true.
Yes I know it de-godifys B.B, all of you see him as this LARGER THAN LIFE guitar player. However, the guy can’t play a bar chord and he has a record contract
Be truthful now, HOW MANY OF YOU here are just a little bit sore about that?
QUESTION FOR ALL
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There is a likelyhood that I have played paying gigs longer than you have been alive. In most of that time, we had to do covers of whatever "went over". I wasn't playing very long when I realized that most of the stuff that "went over" was simplistic fluff--it sucked.
In 1978 or 79, we decided to do "Play that funky music". It was as close to disco as Forces ever got. Just for laughs, I decided that we should re-arrange the ending. Everybody in the band played a "d" note with the same syncopation as the beginning riff over and over and over and over to a straight disco beat. I watched in horror as more and more people joined the dance floor. This would go on for 10 minutes and all I could see were more big smiles across the crowd. We would do that until we couldn't stand it anymore. I thought I had died and gone to hell...
The moral of the story: Don't confuse art with business.
In 1978 or 79, we decided to do "Play that funky music". It was as close to disco as Forces ever got. Just for laughs, I decided that we should re-arrange the ending. Everybody in the band played a "d" note with the same syncopation as the beginning riff over and over and over and over to a straight disco beat. I watched in horror as more and more people joined the dance floor. This would go on for 10 minutes and all I could see were more big smiles across the crowd. We would do that until we couldn't stand it anymore. I thought I had died and gone to hell...
The moral of the story: Don't confuse art with business.
...Oh, the freedom of the day that yielded to no rule or time...