On a sad note

sadgtrI was doing some warm-up on my guitar yesterday, as I do more often nowadays (Yay!) – when I happened to strum a D minor chord. For some reason, it hit me. I suddenly had this feeling. I was somewhat melancholic. Blue. Bleak. Down. Somber. I started sobbing!!!

Ummm, no not really…

But wow, it finally dawned on me that D minor is, indeed, the saddest of all keys. No wonder I love it! However, I only felt the sadness when I played it in a down-stroke. And this may only apply on guitar as I have tried it on the piano, as well – it’s no different than playing an F minor, really. Could it be the sequential order of every note played on the guitar, perhaps? That, along with the vibrations of the plucked strings? Maybe. Or, could it be the reason why George Harrison’s guitar gently weeps? Probably not. Besides, that song was played in A minor.

I also discovered that D minor doesn’t sound as sad hearing others play it as much as when you embrace the guitar and strum the chord yourself. Oh, what a thorn in a musician’s flesh. As if you’re sad to see someone cry, but not nearly as sad as when you’re the one crying.

Oddly enough, one of the saddest songs I’ve ever heard in modern music is a song called She’s Gone… by Black Sabbath, nonetheless. This could have very well been performed by Pavaroti, if you could only manage to take Ozzy out of your thoughts. Because of the classical influence in the music, it feels like a requiem or something from Mozart. Beautiful, though.

Just a piece of wood

Les Paul Jimmy Page Model For some reason, I came home from work today wondering if I’ll ever get to own the only thing I’ve ever dreamed of owning – a Honeyburst 1959 Gibson Les Paul Standard! Just out of the blue! The feeling’s kinda like my dad’s dream of owning a ’55 (or was it ’56) Thunderbird. I mean, it could sound pathetic but this guitar, really, has been haunting my thoughts since I was 15. The real thing (there are re-issues, mind you) costs around six grand… and it’s just a piece of wood. But time only makes this work of art more and more expensive. And the longer I wait, the more it’s gonna cost me. Uhhgg!!!

I’ve owned many guitars throughout the years, and even have a few left laying around here that I use for recording purposes… but whenever I stumble upon a picture of this beauty, it’s like, uh… there’s just no satisfaction! What a thorn!

And I’m not getting any younger either, y’know? I really could see myself ending up with nothing left in my possession but this piece of wood (in a good quality hard case, at least). Yeah! Like a true bluesman, a bohemian traveler, a hobo looking for the next place to jam. Oh yeah!

But then again, my dad’s dream never came true. It’s a scary thought.

Oh well, at least I can go strum on my other piece of wood… a gorgeous Martin! Life’s not that bad after all.