Hello again all. It's been sort of an interesting week. On Wednesday I went out to see Buckethead, and it was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen or heard. For those who don't know, Buckethead is an incredible guitar player. He's played with all kinds of other artists like Primus and Bootsy Collins, and puts out almost half a dozen albums a year.
It's always amazing to me to see someone so incredibly talented. It's depressing and inspiring all at the same time. I can't help but want to be as good at my art as he is on guitar, but at the same time, I realize how very far away I am from that. I try not to let it get me down though. The other thing that really impressed me at the show was that not once, no matter how many times he played with a giant army man while playing, performed an abridged nunchaku kata while playing, or just seemed to be somewhere else while he was playing, did it ever seem like wanking. Most fast, or technical guitar players just give off this masturbatory vibe, guys like Yngvie Malmsteen and Joe Stump. It's lame, and not at all entertaining. Buckethead though went from speed and thrash metal, to soft, lilting, melodically driven pieces, to an amusingly broken rendition of 'Frosty the Snoman', to 'Pure Imagination' (from Willy Wonka), and back again. He even threw in some rockabilly for good measure. So not only was I amazed by his performance, but by how LONG he could do it. He played for three hours or better, and I loved every minute of it. I got this impression that he's the type of guy that does little else but play guitar. I could easily have imagined him leaving the stage, the adulation of the crowd still hanging heavily around him, getting on his tour bus, and playing guitar all the way to the nest stop. In a way I can relate to that. I work constantly on my art, although my advance in skill seems to be taking a bit longer than I'd like. I also have to wonder though how healthy that is. It's hard to have the overpowering desire to be the best you can be at something, and balance that with all of the other things life has to offer.
Actually, the guy who opened up the show was almost as impressive. Known as "That 1 Guy", he built his own bizarre instrument he calls "The Magic Pipe". It's a bass, guitar, and drum kit all in one, and the enthusiasm with which he played it was really quite enjoyable.
So, that was that. Yesterday, after this freezing-ass cold Vermont winter we've been having, I finally cleaned my car. It was 70 degrees, so I took advantange, and now, I dare say I have the prettiest '93 Celica in all of New England. I imagine that's far more exciting to me than it is to you. Sorry about that.
So finally, today's accomplishment is an illustration of the intriguing Slide. There was a lot to try and figure out while drawing her. I really hope she likes it. I also really want to thank all of the lovely girls on the site who've allowed me to draw them. I very much appreciate it. Thank you.
Here is the newest piece. Take care everyone. Thanks for visiting my journal.
=Jme
It's always amazing to me to see someone so incredibly talented. It's depressing and inspiring all at the same time. I can't help but want to be as good at my art as he is on guitar, but at the same time, I realize how very far away I am from that. I try not to let it get me down though. The other thing that really impressed me at the show was that not once, no matter how many times he played with a giant army man while playing, performed an abridged nunchaku kata while playing, or just seemed to be somewhere else while he was playing, did it ever seem like wanking. Most fast, or technical guitar players just give off this masturbatory vibe, guys like Yngvie Malmsteen and Joe Stump. It's lame, and not at all entertaining. Buckethead though went from speed and thrash metal, to soft, lilting, melodically driven pieces, to an amusingly broken rendition of 'Frosty the Snoman', to 'Pure Imagination' (from Willy Wonka), and back again. He even threw in some rockabilly for good measure. So not only was I amazed by his performance, but by how LONG he could do it. He played for three hours or better, and I loved every minute of it. I got this impression that he's the type of guy that does little else but play guitar. I could easily have imagined him leaving the stage, the adulation of the crowd still hanging heavily around him, getting on his tour bus, and playing guitar all the way to the nest stop. In a way I can relate to that. I work constantly on my art, although my advance in skill seems to be taking a bit longer than I'd like. I also have to wonder though how healthy that is. It's hard to have the overpowering desire to be the best you can be at something, and balance that with all of the other things life has to offer.
Actually, the guy who opened up the show was almost as impressive. Known as "That 1 Guy", he built his own bizarre instrument he calls "The Magic Pipe". It's a bass, guitar, and drum kit all in one, and the enthusiasm with which he played it was really quite enjoyable.
So, that was that. Yesterday, after this freezing-ass cold Vermont winter we've been having, I finally cleaned my car. It was 70 degrees, so I took advantange, and now, I dare say I have the prettiest '93 Celica in all of New England. I imagine that's far more exciting to me than it is to you. Sorry about that.
So finally, today's accomplishment is an illustration of the intriguing Slide. There was a lot to try and figure out while drawing her. I really hope she likes it. I also really want to thank all of the lovely girls on the site who've allowed me to draw them. I very much appreciate it. Thank you.
Here is the newest piece. Take care everyone. Thanks for visiting my journal.
=Jme
adaline:
Your work is absolutey gorgeous! I am amazed! 