So lately, I’ve noticed my playing has been quite unpleasant, hideous really. It has that irritable and shrill quality of one of those first generation computer 300 baud modems, you know, the ones you had to put the handset of the phone into. My timing is off, my fingers just lock up and go all spastic and I’ve taken to scolding myself and calling myself names.
Now I’m not one to take that kind of abuse, not from anyone, not even myself. I was about to get in my own face and tell me what’s what and all, and then I noticed an unopened package on my desk from the General Store. Then I got this idea see, I remembered I’d ordered a set of Rickard Cyclone tuners for my Gibson and some new strings, so…
Couldn’t hurt I figured. So, I looked up and watched the string changing videos and Jake’s video on changing tuners on the lessons site and got to work. After a little trial and error, luckily I had extra sets of strings, I got it done.
WOW, I am shocked, stunned I say, at how good I am now. I am in awe of how fast my nimble fingers are moving along the fret board so smoothly, like butter I tell ya, and not that “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” crap. Pick noise is gone and my right hand fingers are like lightning, hitting every string with the precision and accuracy of, well something that has high precision and accuracy. I feel like I could mix it with the boys of Kentucky Thunder now.
It’s amazing what a new set of stings can do. It’s given me a tremendous boost of energy and motivation, it’s so refreshing, like a whiff of new car smell or Coppertone suntan lotion. It’s a blue sky sunny day with that Fall crispness in the air and all is well.