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Yesterday I slowly worked my way through my very first flamenco guitar lesson, after doing a very slow review of some basic blue grass picking and discovering that I need a lot of practice with basic picking, hammer-ons and pull-offs.
Flamenco is a little closer to finger picking and classical guitar, but does have some differences. The hammer-ons and pull-offs are still a problem, but easier on a nylon stringed classical guitar than on a steel string. Today, I practiced flamenco basics for about an hour. Bar chords are very tough, but I think I can eventually master them.
I have more aching muscles in my left arm and hand than I would get from a good strength training workout. Good news--I can now play an easy version of the Malaguenas at about medium speed. It actually sounds like I know what I'm doing. :-) Who would have thought.
I had forgotten that when I was in junior high I would practice until my finger tips were bleeding and I thought my arms would fall off, just to get a simple song as perfect as I could. I'm told that stubborness and determination is a hereditary factor in my family line. Whether or not that is true, those traits have never left me. For good or bad, I always reach my goals, though some take longer than I might like.
Back to one more pass at the Malaguena, then I think my guitar could use a little bit of a rest.
Flamenco is a little closer to finger picking and classical guitar, but does have some differences. The hammer-ons and pull-offs are still a problem, but easier on a nylon stringed classical guitar than on a steel string. Today, I practiced flamenco basics for about an hour. Bar chords are very tough, but I think I can eventually master them.
I have more aching muscles in my left arm and hand than I would get from a good strength training workout. Good news--I can now play an easy version of the Malaguenas at about medium speed. It actually sounds like I know what I'm doing. :-) Who would have thought.
I had forgotten that when I was in junior high I would practice until my finger tips were bleeding and I thought my arms would fall off, just to get a simple song as perfect as I could. I'm told that stubborness and determination is a hereditary factor in my family line. Whether or not that is true, those traits have never left me. For good or bad, I always reach my goals, though some take longer than I might like.
Back to one more pass at the Malaguena, then I think my guitar could use a little bit of a rest.
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Well, I'm not tuning the harp yet, but something connected to the manga idea has to happen each day. That's the 2010 rule, started on Sunday. Sketching -- must remember how to draw, if I'm going to do script and art.
I remember practicing guitar until I developed hard little calluses on my finger tips. The first guitar was a steel string I bought in the Spanish section of NYC. The second was and is a classical nylon string. Played a lot until college ended, then had no one to play with and stopped.
Wrote books instead....
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