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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year... for Guitarists.

Trade show people wanting to showcase their guitar goods have the NAMM conference for gear and mingling each winter... the rest of us, like yours truly, eagerly await Guitar Player magazine in our mailboxes each month. A late bloomer on the 6 string, I began reading it a couple of years before I began to play in the  late 1970s. And its still my periodical of choice. Unlike many institutions that seem to worsen with age, Guitar Player keeps getting better.

The Winter Muse

There is more to American youth's involvement in music than American Idol.  Unfortunately, what is truly worthy in other forums seldom gets the attention it deserves. Last fall, I highlighted how the band Styxx did a concept DVD with a youth orchestra and you heard insightful thoughts from prog guitarist James Young.

An English Winter{plus}: Musicke Through the Ages

That particular spelling of music dates back at least to the early 1600's--and--symbolizes our exploration of the antiquarian marrying the modern this Saturday night.  From modern melodies to ancient... old Albion has given us a treasure of  songs and tunes that have survived centuries... sometimes in original but often modified forms that carry the same spirit of the past.

Put on Your Epic Face

This is the time of the year when I especially enjoy epic adventures...both sonic and cinematic.  That quickly brings us round to this Saturday night's show.   While epic usually denotes "length of time"--thats only one dimension.  The sublime talent of Rachel Bissex was cut way too short with breast cancer.  Yet I define her musical career clearly in the realm of epic when you hear her December Moon which opens the show.

Farewell to Tenth Month

There is a special kind of sonic magic that transforms October.  As the late Nick Drake, acclaimed folk singer once sang “...Autumn reaches her for her golden crown...”  The fresh morning chill in the air, the transmuting of foliage into natural blankets of color against bare charcoal branches against a purple twilight sky and the music that pervades and massages our soul.  

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