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Every serious guitarist learns to set up, repair, and maybe even customize their own instruments. It’s economical and fun and gives players insight into how and why their instruments sound the way they do, and how to make them sound better. Some amateur luthiers will even build their own instruments, at least those not famous enough to have custom guitars built for them by famous makers, an honor—maybe not unlike a basketball player having their own shoes—that tells the world they’re at the top of the game.
Everyone else labors away in basements, garages, and woodworking shops, leaning heavily on advice from master luthiers like Dan Erlewine. If you’re one of those lucky enough to have the space, tools, and know-how to make your own guitars, then the video above from Montreal-based master builder Michael Greenfield of Greenfield Guitars is for you. It shows every step in the process of his custom built acoustic guitars, and along the way shows you how you can build your own.
Electric guitars derive their sound from magnetic pickups, which can be affixed to everything from oil cans to plexiglass. Materials and workmanship can majorly affect tone and sustain, but not nearly to the degree they do in an acoustic guitar, in which the sound comes entirely from the instrument itself—from its shape, size, bracing style, wood selection, and even, believe it or not, the finish. The shaping, carving, and joining of each of the guitar’s structural parts—sides, top, back, and neck—makes its own unique contribution to the finished instrument’s tone.
Greenfield’s documentary isn’t only for the amateur—or professional, for that matter—luthier. It’s also an all-around fascinating look at how fine, hand-crafted acoustic guitars get made, of interest to anyone from woodworkers to sound engineers to music fans in general. Most consumer-grade guitars get an assembly-line factory build, turned out by the thousands to keep superstores like Guitar Center stocked. Master builders like Greenfield devote considerable time and attention to every individual instrument—the process documented here for a single guitar, he tells us, took place over a period of four to five months.
Want to hear the finished product? Skip ahead to 57:47 for a demonstration by Canadian Celtic-folk singer Lizzy Hoyt. Learn more about Michael Greenfield’s handcrafted guitars at greenfieldguitars.com.
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Romsai the elephant wore a red rope around his neck to warn approaching humans that he was a danger to both them and elephants. A dark patch on his head from a temporin secretion indicated that he was in the musth cycle, which only heightened his aggression. His mahouts at the ElephantsWorld sanctuary in Kanchanaburi, Thailand observed that the old, blind elephant was growing more dangerous with age.
And yet, he is the personification of sweetness, as pianist Paul Barton serenades him with a performance of Beethoven’s Sonata Pathétique, repeating the melody section several times “as he seems to like it.”
In lieu of applause, Romsai places his trunk over the top of Barton’s upright piano again and again, in no way aggressive, more the gesture of a grateful audience member.
As Barton, a Yorkshireman who went to Thailand over twenty years ago for what he thought would be a short piano teaching stint only to wind up marrying a local artist and animal rights activist, said in an interview with YourStory:
All animals like music. Dogs, cats, etc. But elephants are the closest to human beings in the sense that they have the same neurons in the brains as us. Also they have a very good memory. If you are treated badly as a child, you are going to remember that all your life. It’s the same with elephants. The elephant shares that part of the brain with us which has flashbacks. They can never forget the terrible things they have seen and suffered… If you play classical music to an elephant, something soft and beautiful, something that human beings have been listening to for hundreds for hundreds of years, something that is timeless—and you play that to an elephant that is blind and they’ve never heard music before—the reaction is priceless. There is a special bond between you and the elephant. You are communicating with them in a different language. That language is neither ours nor theirs. There is something infinitesimally wonderful in a piece of Beethoven that connects me to that elephant and that feeling is otherworldly.
The impulse to play live concerts for Romsai and other blind sanctuary dwellers was partly born from seeing the positive effect music had on some blind children with whom Barton worked.
He also wanted to make amends for the deforestation of the elephant’s homeland, and the way the teak industry exploited their labor. It was while thus employed that many of them suffered scratched corneas and other eye injuries that blinded them, rendering them doubly vulnerable when the Thai government enacted a ban on commercial timber logging in 1989:
The elephant has worked for humans for too long. It was used in wars, it was used to deforest its own home. What is the little thing I can do as a human to say sorry, for my species for what we have done to them? I’ll carry this heavy thing myself and play some music for the elephant while it is having some breakfast.
Removed from the plush seats of a concert hall, Ravel feels right at home. A rooster crows, a nearby child pipes up, and Romsai wanders in and out of the frame, at times appearing to keep time with his trunk.
Cicadas underscore Schubert’s Serenade.
Another ElephantsWorld resident, Lam Duan’s (aka “Tree with Yellow Flowers”) stillness as she listens to Bach is reminiscent of Barton’s first musical outing with the elephants:
Elephants eat a lot of food. A lot. It is exhausting trying to procure that much food for so many elephants. When an elephant gets to eat, it’s a bit like a dog. A dog will eat its food so quickly because it’s not sure if it will ever eat again. And elephants are the same. Once they get their hands on some juicy leaves, they will eat and eat and nothing can tear them away from their food. That morning I brought the piano in early to the sanctuary. Pla-Ra was taken to a field full of juicy bamboo shoots and she began eating with a single minded dedication. I started to play Beethoven and she stopped eating. There was this half eaten bamboo shoot sticking out of her trunk while she stared at me. That was a reaction never seen before. An elephant stopped eating because of music.
Barton’s latest recording features 80-year-old Ampan, blind in one eye and near blind in the other, enjoying Debussy’s Clair de Lune.
Support Paul Barton’s Patreon here. Learn about volunteer opportunities or make a donation to ElephantsWorld here
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The best part about watching videos of my favorite musicians talking about their playing is the moment they reveal that certain stylistic quirks–the ones that made them who they are–came about more-or-less by accident. Dinosaur Jr.’s J. Mascis, for example, well-known for his huge, open chords as well as his long, expressive solos, recently told Matt Sweeney that he only learned to palm-mute (dampen the strings to muffle excessive ringing) a couple years ago. Maybe he was joking, but the idea that an essential element of his massive sound emerged because he didn’t know another way to play fills me with joy.
Another of my favorite players is also a self-confessed “complete autodidact,” Tina Weymouth of Talking Heads and Tom Tom Club. As distinctive a player as Mascis, it’s impossible to mistake her style for anyone else’s. “I was only playing bass for five months when the band first played [live],” she told an audience in 2014 at the Red Bull Music Academy in Tokyo. “I did not take a lesson. Nobody taught me.” But unlike many of her self-taught male counterparts with roots in punk and a decades-long association with a band that defined an era, Weymouth, argues Carrie Courogen at PAPER, has been tragically under-recognized.
Yet “without her there would be no ‘Psycho Killer,’ no ‘Burning Down the House,’ no ‘Once in a Lifetime,’—grooves which are immediately recognizable.” It takes nothing away from the smarts of David Byrne’s songwriting to point out that Talking Heads was just as much a product of its top-notch rhythm section. Weymouth’s “basslines became the pulse of the band,” writes Courogen, “infusing downtown punk with a new sound: a danceable combination of the soulful, funky jams of Parliament and James Brown with the rock steadiness of Carol Kaye.” In the video above from Reverb.com, our host Jeremy walks us through the elements of Weymouth’s playing
As Jeremy points out, unlike many players, Weymouth’s sound was not defined by one particular instrument: throughout her long career, she played Fender Mustang and Jazz basses, a Hofner Club, and several custom basses. “She really used what she needed,” he says, “to fit the sound to the tune.” Jeremy himself demonstrates her basslines on a Fender Mustang. He gives her high praise indeed by comparing her simple yet melodic lines to those of greats Donald “Duck” Dunn and James Jamerson—long considered two of the best players in funk and soul. It’s a well-deserved comparison, and Weymouth has mentioned both as influences.
That she took their Motown and Memphis sounds and turned them into angular art-rock makes her all the more interesting a player to study, and a reason for her major influence on generations of bassists who draw as much from classic funk as from 80s New Wave. There may be no more perfect fusion of the two than in Weymouth’s playing—and in her songwriting too, as Tom Tom Club’s 1981 “Genius of Love” made abundantly clear. Jeremy covers this one as well, and if you’re a bass player, you should too.
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As we get older, family and friends may pass away or leave us somehow, but for many of us creativity can be our solace. (Yes, it could also make us immortal, like Bach or Shakespeare, but we won’t be around to find out.) In the case of nonagenarian Inge Ginsberg that has been the case in the unlikeliest of outlets: death metal.
This charming New York Times documentary by Leah Galant details the unlikely team-up between Ginsberg–who spends her time between Switzerland and New York City–and the young musicians who became her friends and got her into performing her poems live with full death metal accompaniment.
Half earnest and half good-natured stunt, the center of it all is Ginsberg’s poems, which she has been writing for years, and only a tiny glimpse of which we get to hear. The poems take on heavy subjects of mortality, our destruction of the earth, loneliness. At one point Ginsberg was writing these with no audience, and, as she says in the doc, society is not interested in hearing from the elderly (especially when it’s this dark.) It took her younger friends to make the connection between her poems and the usual preoccupations of death metal and insist Ginsberg perform them in that hectoring, doom laden-style of the genre. She was game.
Galant’s mini doc rewinds history halfway through to explain Ginsberg’s upbringing: a “Jewish princess” who survived the Holocaust, fled to America, and wound up writing songs with her husband (Dean Martin’s “Try Me” was one of their hits). Tired of the war, they moved back to Zurich, and, well, fast forward three husbands and several decades later, Ginsberg was back in the spotlight, performing on the Swiss version of America’s Got Talent.
We won’t spoil the ending of the doc, as the band try to get Ginsberg to try out for the actual America’s Got Talent, because we’ve already said enough. But we’ll leave you with this quote from the singer herself: “My concept of heaven and hell is that in the moment of death you realize your life was full and good–that is heaven. And if you think, ‘Oh, I should have done this or that,’ I think that’s hell.”
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Joni Mitchell, Keith Richards, Robert Johnson, Ani DiFranco, and Bob Dylan. What do they have in common? For one, they’ve experimented with alternate guitar tunings, going beyond the standard EADGBE tuning most commonly used by musicians. Keith Richards used the Open G tuning (GDGBD) to write some of the Stones’ classic tracks–“Honky Tonk Woman,” “Brown Sugar,” “Beast of Burden,” “Gimme Shelter,” “Happy,” and “Start Me Up.” Try playing them in a standard tuning and they’ll never sound quite right.
If you’re a guitarist looking for a different sound, spend some time with Warren Allen’s Encyclopedia of Alternate Guitar Tunings. It’s a handy resource. First created in 1997, this vintage web page presents a library of unconventional tunings, complete with a list of songs where they were artistically put to use. Enter the Encyclopedia here.
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Some of rock’s greatest singers have catalogs that stretch for miles, with B‑sides and deep cuts as plentiful as the well-known favorites. We could rattle off handfuls of names that fit the description. But there’s a smaller, more select group—a rarified company brought into being almost by accident, whose list of hits consists of just one song.
But it’s one hell of a song.
Pink Floyd’s “The Great Gig in the Sky”… try and imagine it without Claire Torry’s wordless gospel breakdown. Or better yet hear it for yourself. It’s okay. I mean it’s really good. I mean, it’s great, really—as a Richard Wright showcase, and David Gilmour’s slide guitar is heavenly. But it’s no “Great Gig in the Sky,” if you know what I mean.
Ditto the Rolling Stone’s “Gimme Shelter.” Keith really shines, with that “freaky, tremolo-drenched riff like something straight out of the future—or at least a very chilling alternate present,” as Guitar World so aptly puts it. It would take another fifteen years before the effect was put to such memorable use. The cavernous reverb of the whole production conjures spirits, though Jagger’s vocal is typically muffled.
But take out Merry Clayton’s wail and what have you got? A pretty good Stones tune, granted, but it’s no “Gimme Shelter.” Her contributions make this an uncannily haunting song, a warning from some ancient tragic chorus, a frenzied Sibylline prophecy, and I think I’m underselling it. How did she come to haunt this song? Hear her tell it in the video at the top, an excerpt from, 20 Feet from Stardom, the documentary that gives unsung backing singers some long-overdue exposure.
We’ve heard Jagger tell the story before, in an interview we previously highlighted here. “We randomly phoned up this poor lady in the middle of the night,” he says, “and she arrived in her curlers and proceeded to do that in one or two takes, which is pretty amazing. She came in and knocked off this rather odd lyric. It’s not the sort of lyric you give anyone—‘Rape, murder/It’s just a shot away’—but she really got into it, as you can hear on the record.”
Boy, did she. She was in curlers, as she remembers it, and also silk pajamas, a mink coat, and a Chanel scarf. Pregnant and getting ready for bed before she got the call from producer Jack Nitzsche, Clayton, who had no idea who the Stones were, almost refused until her husband said “Honey, you know, you really should go and do this date.” It was fate. “Clayton sang with such emotional force that her voice cracked,” notes Mike Springer in our previous post. “In the isolated track above, you can hear the others in the studio shouting in amazement.”
And in the recollection almost forty years later, Clayton and Jagger still shake their heads in amazement. Asked if she wanted to do a second take, she remembers, “I said to myself, I’m gonna do another one… blow them out of this room.” Unspoken in her remembrance is what the effort may have cost her. “Despite giving what would become the most famous performance of her career,” writes Springer, “it turned out to be a tragic night for Clayton. Shortly after leaving the studio, she lost her baby in a miscarriage…. For many years Clayton found the song too painful to hear, let alone sing.”
In live performances, Lisa Fischer and other singers have taken on Clayton’s vocal, with admirable results. But it would never have existed without her willingness to take a chance, in the middle of the night, pregnant and in pajamas, on an unknown (to her) British band. She lent the track the full force of her personality, turning a pretty good song into a 20th century classic.
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“An old cowpoke went ridin’ out one dark and windy day….”
So begins Vaughn Monroe’s 1949 cowboy song “Riders in the Sky,” a tale about a “ghost herd in the sky.”
And so began, at first, The Doors’ “Riders on the Storm,” one of the band’s most iconic tunes, which, as Ray Manzarek explains above, started out with him and guitarist Robby Krieger playing around on Krieger’s “twang guitar” in their rehearsal studio. As Manzarek tells it, Jim Morrison burst in on the jam session with lyrics. To turn the Monroe-inspired tune into a Doors’ song, Manzarek decided “we got to put some jazz to it, make it dark.”
Watch him reenact the magic: bassist Jerry Scheff (formerly of Elvis’ TCB Band) stretches himself to learn the bass part, Manzarek simulates rain with a descending scale, engineer Bruce Botnick pulls out the pre-recorded thunder….
The haunted Old West feel of Monroe’s “Riders in the Sky” remains—in the quavering tremolo of Krieger’s guitar lines—but crooner Vaughn Monroe would never sing a line about a killer’s brain “squirmin’ like a toad.” Instead of ghost cowboys, the “insane part” of the second verse features a murderous drifter who might just kill your family.
This creepy image hearkens back to the centerpiece of The Doors’ self-titled debut album, “The End,” with its homicidal spoken word section that seemed to announce the band as the soundtrack to the sixties’ dark demise, capped off by their last 1971, album, L.A. Woman, and “Riders on the Storm.” (Jazz & Pop magazine called L.A. Woman “a return to the tight fury of early Doors’ music.”)
In the video—an extra from the documentary The Doors: Mr. Mojo Risin’—the Story of L.A. Woman—Manzarek sings the lyrics, but hardly does justice to Morrison’s smooth delivery. It’s fitting in a way that the band’s last album would feature a blues derived from a Monroe song, whose muscular baritone (he was called “the Baritone with Muscles”) was such a prominent sound in an earlier, less anarchic, time.
“Riders on the Storm” contains within it the seeds of Morrison’s idea for a “movie about a hitchhiking killer,” says Manzarek, “but he couldn’t leave it at that. The song was just too haunted and too beautiful. It was almost as if he had a premonition” of his own death. He also had a premonition of ‘70s cinema, with its disaffected loner killers and bleak neo-Westerns, reflections of the decades’ own Vietnam-era darkness.
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