Things will take the time that they will take. I know this. And yet, I am impatient. I have to breathe and remember that there is absolutely nothing to gain from tapping my foot and pushing the process along. But, oh, how I want to…
Today (Saturday) began with more guitar tracks…after a little more editing. Yes, I know, I was meant to have done all of my guitar tracks yesterday, but there were other things that had to happen first, and I was, if you recall, waiting my turn. This is not something at which I traditionally excel, but I’m working on the new skill.
When my turn at last arrived, I sat myself down in my seat (see yesterday’s blog for the visual) and I played “Live!” Nothing like diving into the deep end! Playing that song once through is a workout. Playing it through until I got it all just right…a marathon. I was definitely warmed up by the time we got it all down, and “Quiet of the Lie” felt like a walk in the (Central) park in comparison.
“My Life” was a breeze, too…until the bridge. “My Life” is one of the songs I’ve adapted for the musical I’m working on (“The Accidental Caterer” – more news on that soon..when I shift bandwidths.) I rewrote the music to the bridge to fit the story of the show, and now the two versions have collided in my brain. I think this may be the cause of the bizarre bridge-less renditions of the song I’ve played at the last few gigs. Subconscious avoidance of conflict.
With “My Life” and it’s original bridge in the can, we moved to the song we were saving for last, the only finger-picking song I’ll be playing with the band on the CD, “Sail Across the Water”. Ah, finger-picking. When I first picked up a guitar, I tried to use a flat pick, but it kept slipping out of my fingers, so, I scrapped it and decided to use my fingers. Not knowing anything about the instrument, I had no idea that there were certain plucking patterns most folks learn and use like “Travis Picking” and “Carter Family Picking”. I just chose random strings to pluck in the order that felt right to my left hand, and sounded good to my ear, and called it finger-picking. Most of my early songs were written using this “Meghan Picking”, and I got pretty comfy with it. But then I decided it was time to tackle the challenge of holding onto a flat pick once and for all. I made a deal with myself: if and when I learned to play with a flat pick, I would reward myself with Matthew’s 1952 Gibson LG II. The beautiful old guitar had sat untouched in it’s case since Matti died. It was Matthew’s prized guitar and I didn’t feel worthy of playing it. Holding a pick would earn me this privilege. I started off trying jumbo size picks, textured picks, heavy picks, light picks, and finally landed on a tried and true fender medium. And it stuck. I opened the old case, and pulled out the Gibson.
Whew…that was a bit of a departure. All that to say I now play much more with a pick than my fingers. I haven’t recorded a “Meghan Picking” song in a long time. It was challenging and like going home all at once. And I kinda hope you’ll feel a little of that when you hear it.
Time to go sing to some of these now….it’s my turn again!