So… I’m taking a “how to play lead” style class right now. And that means I’m doing what I imagine every guitarist dreads, but which they all have to do at some point — memorizing all the notes on the fretboard. Our teacher said to learn five frets at a time. I already have the E and A strings more or less memorized down to the fifth fret, and probably the seventh, from playing power chords. So I’m working on the D string this week. And I’ve been doing that by taking a piece of fret paper and writing out, over and over again, “D open, D sharp on the first fret, E second fret, F third fret, F sharp fourth, G fifth.” Sometimes I skip the sharps/flats. Unfortunately, aside from doing the exact same thing on my actual guitar fretboard, I’m pretty sure this is the best way to accomplish this task. I wonder how long it’s going to take to memorize the whole thing.
Ok, so I went on vacation during one of the worst two week periods possible in Chicago. I managed to miss St. Vincent, Zola Jesus, and Wild Flag while I was gone. But sometimes you just have to leave, you know? Luckily for me, they are still all on tour in North America. All three have released new albums. And all three are doing interviews. I haven’t been lucky enough to snag any of those interviews (yet!), but they are being published all the same. There was an excellent one this week in the Vancouver Sun with St. Vincent. Check it out.
I just got back from New Orleans. I didn’t see a lot of women slinging guitars, but we did spy this player at Checkpoint Charlie’s on Esplanade and Frenchmen Street. I haven’t figured out what her name is yet, but I do know she was playing with a local musician named Domenic Fusca. In the second photo, Domenic’s on the lefthand side.
I don’t have time for a full review right now, but X was amazing at the Bottom Lounge last night. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people dancing at a rock show. There was no opening band, but rather they screened the Ex documentary The Unheard Music. I was skeptical about standing in a club watching a movie for an hour and a half, but it was worth it to hear the music that loud. The crowd was surprisingly attentive, although they began to get a little rowdy toward the end. The show itself blew me away. I’m hard presses to think of any other band, with the exceptions of perhaps Sonic Youth and Sleater- Kinney, that I just love every single song they’ve ever written.