>> ^raverman:

"It's like playing a musical instrument, except if you get the chords wrong the crowd will think less of your skills as a musician.">> ^PancakeMaster:
It's like a musical game of memory, except if you forget a block live a few hundred youngsters will boo you.



There are no chords to get wrong. The chord is programmed into one button.

This is an 8 x 8 grid of binary switches. Pressing a button activates a sample.

Compare to a piano with 88 keys, each key has variable volume depending on how hard you press it. Plus three pedals (soft, sustain, and sostenuto). You actually have to play the melody and accompanying chords.

I wouldn't call him a musician. Just like I don't call DJs musicians.

"It's like playing a musical instrument, except if you get the chords wrong the crowd will think less of your skills as a musician.">> ^PancakeMaster:
It's like a musical game of memory, except if you forget a block live a few hundred youngsters will boo you.

I don't claim to evaluate the "soul" put into the music, I'm just saying that she doesn't seem particularly exceptional on the guitar. Her form seems awkward to me, but that comes with more experience.

It also seems as a bit of a put-on to have overly echoing vocals, but I suppose that's a matter of taste.

If this was a guy, it wouldn't have 5 votes, not that I'm judgin' on that, I'm just saying musically this isn't fucking mozart, it's just good.

>> ^chingalera:

>> ^gwiz665:
She sings just fine, but her guitar work is pretty basic.
Very cute though.

Yeah? Well the chord work for the tune as composed ain't rocket-science on the fretboard there wizzzy. Yeah, yeah, a few folks here have seen you play your guitar including myself and guess what?? Your own skills on the guitar come from rote and practice with very little soul or natural talent....
The showcase here anyhow, is her incredibly sincere and lilting voice and the SOUL that resides within her interpretation.
Soooo, thanks for the egotistical observations there,
MISTER Malmsteen!

>> ^chingalera:

>> ^gwiz665:
She sings just fine, but her guitar work is pretty basic.
Very cute though.

Yeah? Well the chord work for the tune as composed ain't rocket-science on the fretboard there wizzzy. Yeah, yeah, a few folks here have seen you play your guitar including myself and guess what?? Your own skills on the guitar come from rote and practice with very little soul or natural talent....
The showcase here anyhow, is her incredibly sincere and lilting voice and the SOUL that resides within her interpretation.
Soooo, thanks for the egotistical observations there,
MISTER Malmsteen!



lol.

>> ^gwiz665:

She sings just fine, but her guitar work is pretty basic.
Very cute though.


Yeah? Well the chord work for the tune as composed ain't rocket-science on the fretboard there wizzzy. Yeah, yeah, a few folks here have seen you play your guitar including myself and guess what?? Your own skills on the guitar come from rote and practice with very little soul or natural talent....

The showcase here anyhow, is her incredibly sincere and lilting voice and the SOUL that resides within her interpretation.

Soooo, thanks for the egotistical observations there,
MISTER Malmsteen!

I loved it!

Was it perfect -no. But it struck a chord with the creativity and invention which makes Britain Great, while sending out a timely reminder of what we have accomplished and given to the world.
So much to enjoy, lots of creativity and not afraid to be self deprecating, humorous and actually fun!

The abide with me tribute to 7/7 victims and those who could not be there was genuinely moving. Even if NBC thought that an inane interview by Ryan Seacrest was more important. Disrespectful dicks. I wonder if they'd do the same during a 9/11 memorial..?

The whole of the UK was grateful for the Great Olmond Street Childrens Hospital and NHS routine. Something to make our PM - whose so keen to downgrade the National Health Service to a privatised model that no one wants - squirm in his seat.

Because we don't need to prove ourselves to anyone the ceremony could focus on the achievements of the ordinary Briton. Unfortunately this meant it may not have been whiz, bang, sparkle, sparkle, pompous bollox enough for those with tiny attention spans. But as trade offs go..I can live with that.

Did not want to confuse the title with " part 1 excerpt" would not have fitted and less of these monkeys would of even looked at it if they had to read more than a couple words in the title.

All in all I wanted to post it for the light show and sounds.




In reply to this comment by brycewi19:
Weird, I didn't hear any chord progressions that resembled "Love Like a Sunset". I could be wrong, of course.

Weird, I didn't hear any chord progressions that resembled "Love Like a Sunset". I could be wrong, of course.

what sucks is it cut out at the moment where it looked like the band was overtaking it with a live version of the chords. This clip is so classic now.

My psychedelic testicles doth soaketh up the mislead words of a life half liveth in and a mind convened in knowledge of a time irrelevant, hypocritical and uninformed then spooge it out as mutli-colored love bubbles ; and the dribbling basketballs just laugh out an infinite chord calling into existence pure forms of energy you will never understand, at least until you die of old age and as you fade away you will be saying inside your little head "I was wrong the whole time... dammmmnnnn ugghhhhhh.... oooo look at the pretties!!!"

This song to me sounds almost like that "yeah those were the best days of my life" one, except for a few chord changes.

Also, how long have you been playing guitar shuac? Longer than him? And unless he's in drop D then i imagine it's harder to stretch your fingers across the fret to the EAD strings at that age. Especially with a million gigawatts of adrenaline flowing through him at being on stage with them.

I'm new to learning guitar, but i'm pretty happy when i can string a simple song together even just in power chords. Most people can't.

Yeah. Because power chords are a bitch.

Those are all anatomically correct descriptions of you laughing yourself to shitz, but did you climactic instead of climatic? Seriously, I don't need to be rated for this comment. I am just curious...


>> ^kceaton1:

>> ^Boise_Lib:
Ah, shit--you mean they drown in the end?

IN 3D!!!!

edit-
I have to add...that these trailers are killing me. I'm fairly certain I've disconnected my esophagus from it's muscle connections to the interior and exterior walls of the chest cavity, as I'm in great pain due to my laughing. I'm certain that my vocal chords are also on the verge of spilling outward--inside out, as it were, and falling into my stomach where they will be digested as I writhe in pain; hopefully as I'm still watching more of these trailers at the moment of this horrendous, but part and parcel event that must be paid when it comes to true comedy--yet still as the just previous moment had occurred the climatic conclusion is yet to be finished--so as the video and sound trickle into my helpless mind the brute humiliating force of my laughing will be unattaching my retinas and blood vessels will begin to pop as I finally reach what comedians and entertainers aspire to instill in their audience the near opium maxim, that says that I may have a stroke at any second and die: the oxygen deprivation moment of laughing Zen. I love them, I love their trailers. So does my doctor and the hospital's chief surgeon.
P.S.- I just had to add something over the top... Sorry for the two upvotes if you hate my cavalcade of craziness edit .

>> ^Boise_Lib:

Ah, shit--you mean they drown in the end?

IN 3D!!!!


edit-

I have to add...that these trailers are killing me. I'm fairly certain I've disconnected my esophagus from it's muscle connections to the interior and exterior walls of the chest cavity, as I'm in great pain due to my laughing. I'm certain that my vocal chords are also on the verge of spilling outward--inside out, as it were, and falling into my stomach where they will be digested as I writhe in pain; hopefully as I'm still watching more of these trailers at the moment of this horrendous, but part and parcel event that must be paid when it comes to true comedy--yet still as the just previous moment had occurred the climatic conclusion is yet to be finished--so as the video and sound trickle into my helpless mind the brute humiliating force of my laughing will be unattaching my retinas and blood vessels will begin to pop as I finally reach what comedians and entertainers aspire to instill in their audience the near opium maxim, that says that I may have a stroke at any second and die: the oxygen deprivation moment of laughing Zen. I love them, I love their trailers. So does my doctor and the hospital's chief surgeon.

P.S.- I just had to add something over the top... Sorry for the two upvotes if you hate my cavalcade of craziness edit .