Q. I've been self-teaching myself to play the guitar for about a year now. Recently, I've enrolled in guitar lessons with 12 sessions. So far, though, I haven't learned much in the hourly classes.
My teacher has been teaching me more complicated chords like M7(b5)'s, 13's, 9(#11)'s (sorry, I don't really know what they're called).
So my dad suggested that I have lessons at this other place, which is actually a college for music.
Question is, what DO you learn in guitar lessons? I guess it depends on the guitar or genre of music, but generally? :)
Would they teach you how to read notes as I think it's a really basic thing (for piano, at least)?
Please & thank you.
A. One of the frustrating things about taking lessons once a week is that if you have a question or if you are ready to progress early after the lesson you have to wait until the next lesson to get the answer. You also typically aren't taught music theory in these courses (how is a D#m11 chord constructed and what notes do you strike? Why?).
They also gloss over reading music notation, Tabs are nice in that you can learn a song pretty quickly but in order to be an accomplished musician you HAVE to be able to read notation (sheet music).
If you go out and find a new instructor how will you know if they will be any better or worse? As you can tell I've been down this path myself...
All that being said, I have found that this course is a complete guitar/music course on 10 DVDs. It will teach you theory and notation in a very progressive format. And if you don't get something you can replay the lesson and the user forum is unbelievably helpful and friendly!
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Do a google search on "reviews guitar lesson" every one of the reviews rate this course as the best. Here's one of them,
http://www.compareguitarlessons.com/
BTW: I am in no way associated with the company or creator of this course, just a very satisfied student!
Read my story please? I'd love opinions!?
Q. ~For english (I'm in eighth grade) we had to write a memoir that has a lesson that inspires us. This is my rough draft, please be brutally honest and tell me what you think!
The black limousine, glistening in the early morning summer light, pulled into the driveway, as the neighborhood went on with its daily routine. You might have expected a dazzling move starlet to step out, but that is was not the case. In my opinion, a more important person by all means, stepped out of the car that day. Out came Jeanne blankity Blank, an intimidating five foot one, with cropped silver hair, a button nose, and grey-blue eyes, not unlike my own.
âGabriella, darling, help me with my suitcase, will you? I donât trust this mere boy driving me everywhereâ Jeanneâs voice rang, with a bold New Yorker accent, the result of a childhood in NYC.
âOh, itâs my pleasure, Grammy.â I exclaimed. My eleven year old self wouldâve done anything for Grammy, and present day, I still do.
After an hour or two of settling in, recovering from the serious jet lag of a forty-five minute flight, my grandmother and I retreated to the sitting room. We caught up on the news, and soon enough, she started giving the same mantra of stories that Iâve heard so often. Before we knew it, the glossy piano in the corner of the room caught our attention simultaneously, as well as the increasingly tall stack of sheet music and books.
âHow have you been doing with piano, Gabriella?â Jeanne asked
âOh, a major improvement from last time you heard me.â I countered
âWould you mind playing for me, something on your repertoire preferably?â
Soon enough, I sat down on the hard bench and started to play a very wobbly Clair de Lune, which looking back sounded absolutely terrible, but decent nonetheless for my age at the time
âSounds respectable, but stop looking at the keyboard while you play, look at music and trust your hands.â
I soon found out later how valuable that advice was, the classical piece sound 100% better, and I didnât even like classical music at the time. A couple more Chopin pieces later, I finally plucked up the courage to ask Jeanne the one thing ive been looking forward to all week. I felt my hands go cold, and felt my stutter come back.
âErâ¦Grammy?â
âYes dear?â
âWell, um, I-I was wondering if you could play something as well. Ma-maybe Maleguena? Please?â I said, hoping the pleading tone in my voice showed through.
âWhy of courseâ She said quietly, as a strangely serene appeared on her face. Now this is crazy. Have you ever seen someoneâs eyes twinkle? No? Thatâs what I thought. But her eyes had an honest to God twinkle. Anyway, she slid gracefully onto the ebony piano, her food barely reaching the sustain pedal. Finally, she began.
The song started off with a moderato tempo, a quick ballad with a Latin twist. At the one and a half minute mark Jeanneâs hands flew up and down the keyboard, escalating senselessly quick. Ten seconds later, the most romantic, beautiful melody was being played that would make even the most hard core metal fans sway. The rest was history. Finally the song ended with a dreamy chord that made me want the song to keep going. Malaguena could be the score for any film, and it was played right there, in my own house. I finally found out why my family regarded so highly of my grandmother.
I never knew music could sound so interesting. I always (and foolishly) thought the extent of piano reached to old men playing jazz and classical in a musty cigar room. But this captured my attention, the way Maleguena was played so effortlessly that I wanted to play just like her. I knew then that I wanted to pursue this. This moment, this epiphany, effected who I am today as a musician, and who I will become. If my grandmother had not inspired me, I would practice so much or take it so seriously, because I wouldnât have known the extent I can reach too. And I plan on reaching the fullest extent. Iâm sure my family saw a change in my behavior in the weeks after. I might as well have been glued to the piano I practice(d) so much. In sixth grade, I even quit trumpet, which wasnât too bad. I hated that thing.
God, or whichever creator is up there gave us one chance to fulfill what we believe is our path to follow, and I donât intend on ignoring that fact. You gave to work hard to satisfy your dream. Especially in this country. America is called the Land of Opportunity for our instant pizza delivery service. Really, a good way to set upon your dream is to have a mentor/role model. Theyâve been there, and they know what is best. Piano is a big part of my life, and not one day has gone past where I regret the day I got my act together. Thereâs countless lessons to be learned, but the ones worth learning from are the ones the make your life a better place.
Allow me to clarify, the "chap" is my grandmother, Jeanne.
A. Hi, ?! I know this is a memoir, and thus an account of your life, but I'm gonna judge it like a story. I hope that's ok! All in all, pretty good. As a memoir and an English assignment, I thought it was pretty good. As a story, not so much because there's no conflict, and it seems like this is a snapshot rather than a story. Don't expect to get it published :-) But, as an assignment, it's passable. As an aside, I love the way you do dialogue. Novices want to use every variation of the word "said", and you don't here, which means you have some practice with this writing thing. A few niggles below:
The black limousine, glistening in the early morning summer light, pulled into the driveway, as the neighborhood went on with its daily routine.
You don't need the last part after the last comma. It's unneeded information. If you feel the need to put it in, then describe what you mean by the neighborhood going on with its daily routine. Details make a story come to life. As it is, I scratch my head, wondering what you mean by that. So, put it in or not. But if you do, describe it.
You might have expected a dazzling move starlet to step out, but that is was not the case.
Delete "is"
In my opinion, a more important person by all means, stepped out of the car that day.
You use words that aren't needed. Try to write concise. I know it's a rough draft, but here's an example: "No, a more important person stepped out of the car." I have "no" there for a reason because it seems like it SHOULD be there because it provides that transitional bridge from the previous sentence to this one. You did that with "in my opinion", and I understand that, but I replaced it because, obviously, everything you're writing is in your opinion, so it's like a statement of the obvious.
Out came Jeanne blankity Blank,
Why Blankity Blank? You lost me.
an intimidating five foot one, with cropped silver hair, a button nose, and grey-blue eyes, not unlike my own.
Love the "not unlike my own." But, again, why is she intimidating?
âGabriella, darling, help me with my suitcase, will you? I donât trust this mere boy driving me everywhereâ Jeanneâs voice rang, with a bold New Yorker accent, the result of a childhood in NYC.
Ok, describe the chauffeur. You don't have him in this story. It might not be important to you, but she's arriving in a limousine. Limousines have drivers. Wouldn't he be opening the door for her? To not mention that fact seems like an oversight to me.
(respectful snip)
I snipped because I got caught up in the story and didn't notice anything, except one thing:
âOh, a major improvement from last time you heard me.â I countered
After "me", it should be a comma, not a period.
âWhy of courseâ She said quietly,
Decapitalize "she"
as a strangely serene appeared on her face.
This is worded wrong.
Now this is crazy. Have you ever seen someoneâs eyes twinkle? No? Thatâs what I thought. But her eyes had an honest to God twinkle.
Love this!
might as well have been glued to the piano I practice(d) so much. In sixth grade, I even quit trumpet, which wasnât too bad. I hated that thing.
Why "practice(d)?" Why the "d" in parenthesis. If you're trying to be clever, I don't think it worked.
God, or whichever creator is up there gave us one chance to fulfill what we believe is our path to follow, and I donât intend on ignoring that fact. You gave to work hard to satisfy your dream. Especially in this country. America is called the Land of Opportunity for our instant pizza delivery service. Really, a good way to set upon your dream is to have a mentor/role model. Theyâve been there, and they know what is best. Piano is a big part of my life, and not one day has gone past where I regret the day I got my act together. Thereâs countless lessons to be learned, but the ones worth learning from are the ones the make your life a better place.
Nice ending! All in all, I enjoyed it. You're a competent writer with much to improve(don't we all?) I hope this helped!
cheers song...?
Q. what is it? who sings it?
hhhhmmmm???
A. here you go dude Where Everybody Knows Your Name"
is the theme song from the 1980s television sitcom Cheers. The song was written by Gary Portnoy and Judy Hart Angelo. The Portnoy-Angelo theme for Cheers is one of the most memorable in TV history. Several weeks after the premiere, Portnoy went back into the studio to record a full-length version of the song that made the pop charts. It has since been released on albums several times, as well as covered by numerous other singers and bands.
[edit] History
In 1981, songwriter Gary Portnoy had just been fired as a staff writer from a major music publisher. His friend Judy Hart Angelo happened to meet a Broadway producer at dinner one night who needed a score written for a new musical he was producing. They decided to team up. Gary had never written for the theater; Judy had never written a song
In the spring of 1982, Portnoy and Angelo were songwriting for an off-Broadway show called Preppies. Angelo sent a tape of the show's theme song, "People Like Us", to a friend in California, who passed it on to Cheers co-creators and producers Glen and Les Charles. They thought that "People Like Us" would be the perfect theme song for their show, set at a friendly Boston bar.
Unfortunately, "People Like Us" belonged to Preppies, and was a crucial part of it, so the duo agreed to write a new song for Cheers - the producer for the show had also moved to legally block Paramount (which had signed on to Cheers) from using "People Like Us.".[1] The second iteration, titled "My Kind of People", was essentially a reworked version of the "People Like Us," losing some originality in the process.
Rejected, Portnoy and Angelo wrote and submitted two more potential themes. One of them, entitled "Another Day" contained a lyric line "There are times when it's fun to take the long way home" that greatly appealed to the Charles brothers. But, overall, the song missed the mark and was passed on.
The fourth song began with an inviting intro followed by simple, alternating chords on a piano for the verses. An uplifting refrain seemed to come almost naturally out of that, and the two songwriters had recorded a simple demo for the Cheers producers. This song was "Where Everybody Knows Your Name." Upon hearing it, the producers immediately chose it as the song for Cheers. After a few lyric changes designed to broaden the song's appeal to a more general audience, Portnoy sang the song himself for the television version. Producers wanted to keep the simple feel of the demo in the real version, also keeping the number of instruments down to a minimum.
Portnoy and Angelo's demo had included more verses than the single one heard in the television version. They were later released in a full length recording of the song.
In 2006 a portion of the song was used on the sitcom How I Met Your Mother during the episode Swarley. Barney enters his regular bar to be greeted by his hated nickname "Swarley" after which the bartender plays the song and the ending credits use the same font as Cheers.
In 2008, the song was used in a Diet Dr. Pepper commercial and a Kelsey's commercial.
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